Rylin Ray’s pretty face glazed with cream

I was still catching my breath when I looked up at him, and that’s when he pulled back and aimed, and honestly, the whole world just went white for a second—I’ve replayed that exact Rylin Ray facial moment over and over because it was so unexpected and raw. I’d been down on my knees for a while, really getting into it and taking him all the way back until my nose brushed his stomach, and I could feel his hands gripping my hair tighter with every stroke, which just made me want to push further. My eyes were watering and I was completely lost in the rhythm, and then he shuddered and let go with this deep groan, and the sensation of it hitting my cheeks and lips caught me off guard, but not in a bad way. I stayed right there, letting it drip, feeling the sticky warmth trail down my chin and neck, and I remember thinking how ridiculously intimate that messy, helpless moment felt between us. I finally blinked and wiped my lashes clean, grinning up at him like an idiot, because that closeness was the kind you don’t get from just any hookup.