It turns me on so fucking much when a man strokes his cock right in front of me, aiming for my face. I can’t keep my mouth shut — I start talking dirty without even thinking.

Telling him how much I need it, how desperate I am to be his cumslut. I look up at him with my mouth open, whispering how I want to feel it hit my face — how I want it on my lips, in my mouth, across my cheeks, dripping from my chin. I moan like a fucking whore, telling him to make a mess out of me. “Cover me,” I beg.

And when he cums… fuck. I feel the first thick, hot rope hit my face and I melt. Then another… and another. I don’t move — I take all of it.