Bedroom rush: tongue out for dripping cum load

I rushed home from the office, my black blazer still on, heart racing with need after a day of teasing texts. Slipping onto the bed bottomless, choker tight around my neck, I couldn't wait—I spread my legs and fingered myself hard, moaning your name, imagining your cock throbbing. My tongue lolled out, begging, as I worked my clit faster, body arching in the dim light. Now, waves of pleasure crash over me, my eyes fluttering shut while hot, sticky cum drips from my tongue onto my open lips, splattering my flushed face and bare tits. I savor the salty taste pooling in my mouth, clenching around my fingers, needy whimpers escaping as it trickles down my choker, soaking the sheets beneath me—finally yours, all messy and owned.