The masked man held Lena by the hair, dragging her mouth open as his cock smeared cum across her lips. Her cheeks were streaked with spit, Dora’s juices still glistening across her chin.

“Stick your tongue out” he ordered.

Her eyes were glassy, body trembling but she obeyed, tongue sliding out obediently.

He slapped his cock against it, smearing her face, then shoved forward, pushing his shaft past her lips until it hit the back of her throat. Lena gagged, eyes watering instantly, hands gripping his thighs as he face-fucked her slow and steady, watching her throat bulge around him.

“Good slut,” he growled, his hips rolling deeper.

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