His spout was pouring out the biggest cum shot onto me. I knew I probably shouldn’t be posing, my fingers out in funny shapes like a heart over my tits but I was enjoying it too much to care. He didn’t care much either. With every breath he pumped a bit harder and dried himself on my thirsty breasts. I let him have his fun, it was fun for me too, and a nice thick coating of white cream goes a long way. Like a paint job to the womb, miracles happen when my tingly skin is showered. I panted a bit, unable to control my heavy breathing and desires swirling around inside of me for something strong. I felt him start to get soft and knew I had to act fast if I wanted my black cock phone sex. My lips wrapped around his tip, my tits wrung him and my fingers gripped his balls to force him back up. It was quick, and he was surprised. I popped off with a grin and giggle, I pushed him down, and climbed up like he was a prize stallion. He might as well have been, he was going to get ridden. I ignored his complaints, deciding to be a dominant bitch for a moment, and lined him right up with my hungry asshole. “You’re gonna give me what I want, okay?” I didn’t wait for a nod or any other form of meek confirmation, I slammed my hips down, and took what I want with glee.
Splitting my asshole was a heavy meat that pushed and punished. I needed it so deep and so powerful. His throbbing made me feel alive, while his balls slapping against my bouncy tush reminded me that I really was. He held a lot of vigor inside him, and I was going to drain it all into my slutty crack with my superb cock control.
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