Bukkake finish

You guide him down to his knees, his skin flushed and slick from everything you’ve done. His body trembles, but he doesn’t resist as you step back, inviting others in. The crowd closes around him like a tide — hands working, breath heavy, eyes locked on him as they surround their prize. When they release, it paints his chest, his thighs, his face in thick trails of heat. And you watch, satisfied, as he accepts every drop like it was meant for him.