Begging for facial after work in my blazer

After a grueling day in the office, still in my black blazer, I couldn't wait any longer—I dropped to my knees the moment I got home, begging him to let me worship his cock before he paints my face. My green bob cut sways as I lean in, my needy mouth wrapping around his thick shaft, lips glossy and pink, stretching wide to take him deeper. I moan softly, eyes locked on his, my pink-nailed hands gripping his base, stroking what I can't yet swallow, my body aching for his release. The heat builds as I bob faster, tongue swirling the tip, tasting his precum, my cheeks hollowing with every suck. I pull back just enough to whisper, 'Cum on my face, please,' my voice husky and desperate, mascara smudged from the effort, ready to feel his hot load dripping down my chin while I gasp in needy bliss.