Little Secret

Elsa Jean hides out in his place, blonde hair falling loose, body tense. Pressure clears her name. Once she knows the danger has passed she drops to her knees and takes his cock deep, lips stretched, throat working. She sucks hard, saliva glistening down the shaft, spit clinging to her chin. He grips her hair, pushes deeper, and she swallows every inch. He pulls out just long enough to paint her mouth and face with thick ropes of cum; she keeps her lips parted, letting it coat her tongue before swallowing. She wipes the last drops with her finger and sucks it clean, eyes locked on his.