My arms are still above my head like they got stuck there. Pink sheets stuck to my back, hair a total disaster, and every time I blink my glasses fog a little from the heat still rolling off my skin. The black ball gag is still stretching my jaw, the word “Slut” sitting right on my tongue like it belongs there. Thick ropes of cum are drying on my cheeks, sliding down my chin, pooling in the hollow of my throat and dripping between my tits. I can feel it cooling on my stomach too. He didn’t miss a single spot.

I came so hard right before he finished that my thighs are still trembling. The second he pulled out and started stroking over my face I just melted. Eyes half-lidded, mouth forced wide, making the prettiest little choked sounds around the gag while he painted me. Every hot stripe made me moan louder. By the time the last pulse landed across my glasses I was already floating.

This is the version of me that only comes out when the lights are low and someone decides I don’t get to talk. Ball gag locked in, choker snug, body on full display, and a fresh facial dripping down my chest. I look exactly like the nasty little hentai girl everyone secretly wants to ruin. And I love it.

Pink Sheets & Sticky Skin

I can still feel the way he held my hair while he used my mouth earlier. The gag makes everything sloppier, spit running freely, tears mixing with the mess on my face. When he finally decided he was done using my throat he just pushed me back onto the bed, spread me open, and fucked me until I was shaking and begging with my eyes. Then the facial. Slow, deliberate, covering every inch like he was marking territory.

Now I’m just lying here, arms still up, glasses slightly crooked, ball gag shiny with spit and cum. My nipples are so hard they ache. Every little movement makes the sticky trails shift across my skin. I should take the gag out. I should clean up. Instead I just stay exactly like this, breathing through my nose, tasting him every time I swallow, and thinking about how perfect I look right now. Blonde hair ruined, black frames fogged, “Slut” written across my mouth, body glazed.

If anyone walked in they’d know exactly what kind of night I had. The kind where I get turned into a messy, gagged, cum-covered toy and left on the sheets to drip. The kind I keep coming back for.