Eyes up: a single woman's aftermath in black lace and tears

In a dimly lit room, a solitary figure sat, her long blonde hair cascading over the edge of a chair. Her eyes, deep brown and framed by glasses with black-rimmed lenses, were fixed on something above. She wore black panties and a shirt that hinted at freckles and medium breasts. A single tear traced down her cheek as she delicately licked thick cum from her lips, leaving lipstick smudges on the glass of her frames. Her navel peeked through the open top of her shirt, adorned with a few strands of hair that had escaped her bun. The room was filled with the smell of sweat and masculinity, hinting at the recent events - a bukkake session that left her face cum-covered.