White cum streaked Yang Yixue's cheeks, clung to her eyelashes, and coated her lips in a glossy sheen.
More of it dripped steadily from her chin onto the upper slopes of her breasts.
She stayed there for a long moment, still gently licking and sucking at the oversensitive head, cleaning what she could while her own breathing remained uneven.
When she finally drew back, a thin strand of saliva and cum still connected her lower lip to the glistening tip of his cock.
She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, though it did little to clean the heavy facial she had once again received.
The same potent yang essence from the night before now marked her face and throat, warm and heavy against her skin.
She remained kneeling on the bed for a while longer, one hand still loosely wrapped around his still so hard veiny length, catching her breath and staring at the mess she had made of herself.
