Black lace barely covers anything in come shots to the face. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for come shots to the face,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “come shots to the face, come shots to the face, come shots to the face” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “come shots to the face” release.