She dropped to her knees the second the door shut behind them. I want it on my face tonight, she said, already yanking his belt open. Dont you dare come anywhere else.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back so she had to look up at him. Youre a filthy little cumslut, you know that?
Yeah, she breathed, tugging his jeans down. His cock sprang free, already thick and heavy. She wrapped both hands around it and started stroking fast and tight, just the way he liked. Ive been thinking about it all day. Your cum dripping down my cheeks, in my mouth, everywhere.
He pushed his hips forward. She opened wide and took him straight to the back of her throat on the first try. No teasing, no slow build. She gagged once, pulled off just enough to spit on the head, then swallowed him again, deeper. Saliva ran down her chin and onto her tits while she worked him with sloppy, wet sounds.
Fuck, that mouth, he growled. He started thrusting, using her face like a hole. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his balls tighten. Every time he pulled back she chased him, tongue out, begging for more.
After a few minutes he hauled her up and spun her around. Bent her over the arm of the couch, yanked her skirt up, and shoved two fingers straight into her soaked pussy. Dripping already. You really do want that facial bad.
Give it to me, she panted, pushing back against his hand. Fuck me hard first. Make me earn it.
He lined up and slammed in to the hilt. She cried out, loud and raw. He didnt go easy. Every thrust slapped his hips against her ass and drove her forward. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles, getting louder with every stroke.
Dont come yet, he ordered. You come on my cock and Ill still paint your face, but I want you desperate first.
She whined but slowed her fingers, just teasing herself while he pounded her. Her walls fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper. Sweat slicked her back. She kept begging, voice hoarse. Please, baby, I need it. Need your cum all over me. On my tongue, on my eyes, everywhere.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back on the couch. She spread her legs wide, but he shook his head. Face down on the floor. Now.
She scrambled to obey, kneeling on the rug, ass up, face turned to the side so he could see her. He stood over her, stroking his cock fast and rough, the head shiny with her spit and his pre-cum.
Open your mouth, he said. Stick your tongue out.
She did exactly that, eyes locked on his fist pumping that thick cock right above her. Her own hand was back between her legs, rubbing hard now that she had permission.
Fuckhere it comes, he grunted.
The first rope hit her cheek and splattered up toward her eye. The second landed across her tongue and lips. He kept stroking, aiming lower so the next thick spurts covered her chin and dripped onto her tits. She moaned like she was coming just from the feel of it, tongue lapping at whatever landed in reach. More cum followed, smaller shots but still hot and heavy, painting her from forehead to jaw until her face was a glistening mess.
When he was finally empty he rubbed the head of his cock through the cum on her cheek, smearing it around. She sucked him clean, slow and filthy, swallowing what she could reach.
He crouched down and tilted her chin up so he could see the damage. Look at you. Covered in it.
She smiled, cum sliding down one side of her nose. Told you I wanted it bad.
He dragged two fingers through the mess on her cheek and fed it to her. She sucked them clean without hesitation.
Showers that way, he said, but she shook her head.
Not yet. Let it dry a little. I like feeling it on me.
He laughed, low and rough, and pulled her up for a messy kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. She pressed close, still sticky and satisfied, already thinking about the next time shed beg for the same thing.
