He's exhaling hard with his eyes closed and hands on my head. Seeing his satisfaction, I stroke him harder to empty him fully. As if he had an endless supply of c*m, he continues shooting; my mouth is full, his warm secretions coating my cheeks. He stops cumming when I'm drowning, my chest gleaming from the warm sticky coating.
As he finishes, I slowly remove my fingers from his c**k as his breathing slows. My c*m-covered breasts brush against his strong pectorals as I stand on my feet and smile. I kiss him, spreading my mouth wide and dripping all my come over his lips. We kiss like we're possessed, trading come and smearing it over our bodies. As we yield to immorality, his salty taste blankets our thoughts.
We slump onto the sofa, side by side. We smile as we discover our location. Co
