Gray Mopper

Alana Cruise straight-up smudges a huge splatter on the counter and stops cold. "That's from me bustin' one," her boyfriend says with zero shame. Her eyes go wide, greedy now. Without missing a beat she drops to her knees, hand wrapping hot around his shaft. "Get it right here," she breathes, tapping her cheek. Tongue drags from base to tip slow and wet, lips popping over every inch until he's dripping, then she pumps hard and takes the first thick rope straight across her face, sighing like she's finally got what she wanted.