I Drop to My Knees so He Can Cum on My Chest

I drop to my knees for him, craving the weight of him on my tongue, the way he fills my throat as he watches me with that dark, hungry stare. Every throb, every twitch sends heat pulsing through me. I want to taste every inch of his desire—but more than that, I want to feel him lose control. When he finally lets go, I want him to cover me—my chest, my skin—marking me as his, completely