Cum dripping down her cleavage as he gasps for air. That’s the real ending—his face buried between her heavy thighs while she milked every last drop straight onto her chest. No warning, no mercy: one second he’s swallowing her fingers, the next his dick gets trapped in a vise of sweat-slicked skin. This isn’t just fucking—it’s a lesson. She starts slow: tongue tracing his balls before they’re even out of his pants, then pins him flat with those thick legs like bookends while he gags on spit and denial. The bedframe creaks under the weight of her dominance; every thrust is a command.
