Facial Finish Fetish

In the dimly lit room, she stood above me, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with desire. She wanted to finish on my face, and I was more than willing to be her canvas. She began to stroke herself, her fingers slick with her own arousal. I could see her clit, hard and engorged, as she rubbed it furiously. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans filling the room. I could feel the heat of her pussy as she moved closer to my face. Then, with a cry, she came, her juices spurting onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed every drop, savoring her taste, her scent, her passion.

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