He is tired. I have been fucking his mouth for the last hour. I smell myself on him as I lean in closer, my juices still glistening on his day old stubble. His eyes are half shut, and his cock lies resting peacefully in a pool of cum against his stomach, twitching occasionally as it recovers. The crisp white sheets are sodden, my carefully applied make-up smudged around my eyes and lips. All that effort to end up looking...