Bridgette B

Bridgette B struts in with that blonde hair and those big brown eyes, but that mouth? Wide and begging. She knows the game — facial after facial, and she has to fight every swallow reflex she's spent years training. When the first rope lands across her lips she nearly breaks, tongue twitching but she holds. Another spurt hits her cheek, it streaks, glistens, slides. She stays open, eyes locked, letting the load build. Thick ropes coat her chin, drip down, she keeps breathing through it. Only after every drop sits heavy on her face does she let herself slurp it up and swallow.