Hina's throat burned like fire as she slumped on the cold tile floor, retching up thick globs of Nash's cum, the white ropes splattering messy on the marble, mixing with her drool and tears in sticky puddles.
Her small body shook, chest heaving, face a wreck, cheeks streaked with mascara runs, lips swollen red, chin dripping with the overflow.
She coughed hard, gasping for air, her perky tits bouncing with each heave, nipples hard and pink from the chill.
Fuck... so much... drowned me... Urgh... Uh? It.. tastes... good? What... The...
She licked her lips instinctive, the flavor lingering on her tongue, warm and thick, making her pussy clench despite the ache in her jaw.
Shit... his cum... delicious... like they said...
Nash stood over her, his massive cock still hard and glistening with her saliva, veins bulging like ropes, the head flushed dark and beading fresh pre cum.
He looked down at her like trash, his green eyes cold and hard.
