In your Face

In your Face

He climbs on top after tying me down. His calves pressed into my arms, effectively holding me in place. His bottom rests on my chest, his straight hard cock stares me in the eye.

“Open, slut,” he says pressing himself into my mouth, not waiting for me to comply.

I circle his bulbous head with my tongue, enjoying his tangy flavour. Holding my face, he thrusts deep into my throat, prompting my gag reflex to produce slick saliva, granting him better access to the deepest part of my mouth.

He plunges into me with long hard strokes, stopping often to bury his cock inside me, past my limit, massaging the bulge formed in my esophagus appreciatively. His girth blocks my air supply, makes me see stars, heightening my arousal, making my pussy crave the treatment visited to my mouth.

I moan around him, telling him not to stop. I want more, I want it all. I swallow around him, sucking him in further. His eyes roll back, a hiss escaping his lips.

He pulls out as jets of thick ivory seed shoot across my face, layering me in his musky scent. I groan, pulling him back into my hot mouth, ravenous for just a little more. 

“Good girl,” he says, his eyes satiated. Mine reflect his lust. He rubs the warm sticky strands into my skin, pressing his moist fingers into my mouth to lick his digits clean. Not stopping until I’ve devoured every last drop.


For more about MrsK’s love of cock, see Benefits of Cocksucking.

For kinky inspiration, see Fiction by MrsK.

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