Forget her tits, it's blowjob time

Feeling her lips wrap around you as you press forward, there's no way you could coax your dick back out again. The position you both are in doesn't allow you to push yourself very deep, but feeling Sydney's tongue thrashing around you is more than enough. You pull yourself out briefly and smack Sydney's cheeks and lips. "Maybe I should have started with your mouth," you offer in a lecherous tone as wet THWACKS echo off the white brick walls.

"Ugh, god. You are so--mmph -- annoying! I have places to be!" Her head thrashes back and forth as she struggles in vain to avoid another thick, wet slap across face. She shifts her weight beneath you trying to wriggle free, but makes no headway.

"Am I?" you ask, continuing to wield your dick like a Nerf bat before sliding it back between her lips - eliciting a tiny squeal. You grab the back of her head and pull it forward so that her mouth slides further down your shaft. Her shoulders raise up off the floor, and her tits balloon upward towards her chin.

"MMMPH!" she grunts in disgusted annoyance. You move her head in quick, short bursts, loving the feeling of her tight lips as they pump you.

You release her once again, but quickly pop to your feet. "Move over there," you instruct flatly, pointing to the couch in the corner that you've ignored until now. "Lay down, and let your head hang over the edge."

Sydney gingerly gets to her feet as her tits still hanging free while her dress billows in a wrinkled heap beneath them. She moves over to the couch, and sighs loudly before laying back down. She sidles up so that her head is hanging over the arm of the sofa with her hair flowing underneath like a blonde waterfall. You join her by standing at the top of her head, looming over top of her prone body.

You grab the base of your throbbing erection and point it at Sydney's full lips, rubbing your tip against them as she keeps them tightly pursed to avoid another invasion. "Open sesame, Syd," you jokingly command.

She sighs, but opens her mouth wide and you guide your dick inside. You let out a long, low moan as you push forward. This new angle lets you go deeper on the first go, pushing 3/4 of your dick into the starlet's accommodating throat. You move your hands to grip her tits for increased leverage and begin to pump your hips back and forth. Once you feel yourself attain a steady rhythm, the pace quickens. Sydney gags and coughs as she struggles to keep up, also contending with your full balls swinging and smacking into her nose and forehead.

Your hips never stop moving as you roughly massage her tits in your hands. You push deeper and deeper until you finally see and feel yourself enter Sydney's throat.

"GUCK GUCK GUCK," Sydney chokes around you, perhaps wishing she had been able to stay pinned on the floor. This position still gives you full control with the added consequence of obstructing her view. All she can do is try to suck and swallow as best she can as saliva fills her mouth while the taste of leaking pre-cum tickles her throat.

You hold yourself deep down the busty blonde's gullet for a few seconds before resuming the rough face-fucking. This pattern continues - facefuck, hold it in her throat, gripping her soft tits - for several minutes. The only sounds that fill the room are Sydney's gags, your moans and the soft SHLICKs produced by your steady pumping. Foamy spit collects around Sydney's mouth. Her abs are tensed. Her legs kick every once in a while.

You feel yourself almost ready to cum, and abruptly pull out of the heavenly orifice. As Sydney tries to pull in lungfuls of unobstructed air, you place your slick willie back between her perfect tits and continue to move your hips. It doesn't take more than a half-dozen pumps before you pull out and grip the base of your cock. You aim squarely at Sydney's face, and before she has time to protest, you're loudly yelling out, "I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!"

Quick bursts of high velocity cum comically splat across Sydney's chin, neck, and tits. Once you feel they've been properly coated, you stroke the last few ropes onto her face - namely her nose and lips. "Oh my fuck, take it!" you hoarsely rasp through gritted teeth.

"Ugh, my makeup!" Sydney sits up, sticky ropes swinging luridly from her chin.

"I think I made it better," you say, leaned against the wall with a pair of useless legs. "But we can get a second opinion if you want."