Kohl came with a cry that bounced back at us from the glass, wetness bursting out of them and falling to the floor. I gripped their golden blond hair, forcing their face to the floor. “Lick it up,” I ordered, a sinister smile splitting my face. “Lick it up and we’re done here.” Their tongue darted out to lick up their own cum and blood off the floor. The lack hesitancy in their actions enough for me to consider going again. Kohl just looked so fucking good when they were following my orders. But we didn’t have the time.
