Angel Wicky gets a load of cum on her face [Facial]

She’s strapped into that black latex bodysuit, the kind that’s so fucking tight it looks painted on. Her tits are squeezed together, pushed up high, and the laces crisscrossing down the front leave little to the imagination. Her lips, slick with gloss, pout as she looks up at me, eyes hungry. She’s on her knees, hands behind her back, bound with rough rope, and she fucking loves it. She can’t wait to feel the hot, thick load splatter across her face, to taste the salty cum as it drips down her chin. She’s gagging for it, desperate for the humiliation, for the raw, animalistic act of being used, of being a fucktoy. Her breath hitched as she felt the first drops land on her cheek, the warmth spreading, mixing with the cold sweat of her anticipation. She moaned, a guttural sound from deep within her throat, as the cock in her mouth throbbed, ready to explode. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it all over her face, in her hair, dripping down her neck. She wanted to be marked, claimed, owned. And as the cock pulsed, she braced herself, eyes wide, mouth open, ready to take every last drop of the facially degrading load.

The room was filled with the smell of latex and sweat, the air thick with tension. Her body trembled slightly, not from cold, but from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She could feel the heat radiating off the cock in her mouth, the vein pulsing against her tongue. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. She wanted to feel the cum shoot down her throat, to swallow every last drop, but she knew that wasn’t what she was there for. She was there to be a cum dumpster, to have her face used as a fucking canvas. And as the cock twitched, she could feel the first spurt hit the back of her throat, but she pulled back just in time, letting the hot, sticky cum spray across her face. She moaned, a sound of pure, filthy pleasure, as she felt the cum drip down her chin, down her neck, soaking into her hair. She was a mess, a fucking mess, and she loved every second of it. She looked up, eyes glazed over, lips curled into a dirty smile, ready for more.