Britney's turn to cum

As Steve sagged back against the bench, spent and utterly mortified, Britney let out a triumphant roar. Emily, sensing the shift, let go of Steve’s now flaccid cock, her attention now fully on Britney.

Britney stood, her massive cock, still hard and throbbing, thrusting towards Emily’s face. Emily, without hesitation, dropped to her knees, her blonde head tilted back, her mouth wide open, her eyes blazing with an almost religious fervor.

“Time to finish this, my little cum dumpster,” Britney growled, her voice thick with lust. She impaled Emily, driving her entire, foot-plus cock straight down Emily’s eager, willing throat. Emily gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Britney’s hips thrust forward, pushing the thick shaft deeper and deeper until the base pressed firmly against Emily’s chin, her cock completely disappearing into Emily’s gullet.

Britney let out a primal groan, her body tensing, her hands gripping Emily’s hair, holding her in place. For a solid two minutes, she continued to face-fuck Emily, rhythmically ramming her immense cock down Emily’s throat, the sounds of Emily’s choked gags and Britney’s grunts filling the secluded clearing. Steve watched, sickened and enthralled, as his wife’s face contorted in a mask of **** pleasure and absolute submission.

Finally, with a guttural roar, Britney pulled her cock out of Emily’s throat, but only just. The massive head, still dripping with Emily’s saliva and her own pre-cum, remained lodged at the entrance of Emily’s mouth, just past her lips.

Then, Britney tensed, her body shaking. Emily, knowing what was coming, adjusted, her mouth forming a perfect O, her eyes wide with anticipation. Britney fired.

Shot after shot of thick, white sperm erupted from the tip of her magnificent cock, straight into Emily’s waiting mouth. Emily swallowed, her throat working furiously, taking every single drop. Each spurt was thick and heavy, splattering against the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch, didn’t spill a single drop, her devotion absolute. Her cheeks puffed out, her throat visibly working to accommodate the deluge.

Britney continued to pump, emptying her load deep into Emily, until her cock finally went limp, retracting slightly from Emily’s still-gaping mouth. Emily swallowed the last of it, her eyes still locked on Britney, her face smeared with sweat and a faint sheen of Britney’s fluids. She licked her lips, her tongue cleaning up the last remnants, a look of profound satisfaction on her face. Not a single drop was spilled.