Post Rave Facial

It’s not just an afterparty, it’s a fucking ritual lit by lasers. Vivian’s a wet dream in motion: hair stuck to her face, throat raw from deepwork, sweat glistening on her chest as she bounces on DJ Brian’s cock like it’s the last drop of the night. The bass rattles the floor. He palms her hips and thrusts up into her, watching her unravel in time with the track. Every moan she makes vibrates through the room. She grinds her clit on his base, crying out as her orgasm spills over. But Brian’s not done. He pulls out, strokes himself fast, and unloads straight on her tongue, dripping onto her chin as she gasps, blissed and ruined.