Choker slut kneels for weekend-ending cum flood

I've been his perfect little toy all weekend, letting him fuck my mouth and holes whenever he wanted, my choker a constant reminder of who owns me. Now, on Sunday night, I drop to my knees in my tight white pants, the zipper of my red top already open from earlier play, and unzip his fly, craving that final load. I wrap my lips around his thick cock, sucking hungrily, my tongue swirling as I bob deeper, needy whimpers escaping while gold bangles jingle on my wrists. He groans and thrusts, and suddenly hot cum floods my mouth, spilling over my tongue—I swallow what I can but the rest drips down my chin onto my heaving breasts, glazing them shiny in the dim light. I pull back gasping, looking up with watery eyes, begging for more even as it trickles onto my skin, my body trembling with that owned ache.