She’s slumped against the thin mattress, legs splayed, chest rising and falling in shallow, greedy pants. Thick ropes of cum cling to her eyelashes, drip slowly from her chin, pool between her swollen, milk-heavy breasts. Her nipples are raw, dark, still beading white at the tips. Every breath makes more leak out in lazy rivulets.

Jamal stays crouched in front of her, thumb tracing the sticky mess on her lower lip before pushing it inside. She sucks automatically, tongue curling around the digit like it’s another cock.