Masks

Summer Kline stares at the mask on the bed. Once it slips over her face, the fear rises sharp and sweet. She knows what waits inside her, but the second she straps it on, her hesitation drops. Dan Damage steps closer. His hand curls around the back of her neck and he pulls her down. Blonde hair spills across his thigh as she takes him in her mouth, deeper each time her head dips. The wet sound of it fills the room. She gags, throat stretching, but keeps going until her lips press flush to his skin. He fucks upward and her eyes water. She pulls off only to swing a leg over him, turning so her cunt hovers above his mouth. They trade like that, mouth to cock, mouth to cunt, both of them driving hard. Summer’s thighs shake when she comes, but she keeps sucking through it. Dan’s fingers dig into her hips. He flips her at the last second, mask still on, and paints her face in thick streaks. She wipes a thumb across her cheek and sucks it clean. The mask stays.