Gina gets her face fucked, and wants more

“It’s about time I put on a little show for our sponsors. You don’t mind, do you?” Nathan repeated Miss Taylor’s question from a few minutes, and sank his cock a little further down her throat to make sure that she didn’t.

“Slut...” Nathan’s growl was due to Gina beginning to move as soon as he stopped, pushing her head to greedily feed another couple inches of his member in past her lips until he made her stop by tightening the hand holding onto her blonde tresses.

“How many times have those sponsors seen you like this?” Pushing deeper and using more of his strength to do so, Nathan continued the one-sided conversation while Gina released a moan that crashed against the crown of his cock in her throat, “On your knees and getting your pretty face fucked!”

Despite the fact that it wouldn’t get very far at all, Gina released another moan, this one being interrupted by the blast of precum that was rocketed out through Nathan’s pisshole as he speared his way deeper. With that fat butt plug crammed in her ass and a huge-dicked stud towering over her whilst ****-feeding his fuckpiece down her gullet, the statuesque, mega-boobed blonde’s pink thong wasn’t so much soaked as it was absolutely drenched through, and more juices escaped her aroused cunt the deeper Nathan went.

In theory, Nathan fucking her throat should put Gina at an advantage in terms of who would win the bet between them. But she of course knew that that was just bullshit, as evidenced by her pussy juicing even harder when he grabbed hold of her head and started working his hips faster. Being dominated like this and knowing that she was being watched meant that it was a matter of a few minutes at most before she’d cream herself.

Actually, since Nathan sped up even further, it seemed unlikely she’d even last that long, not with him hammering his schlong down her throat like that and grunting darkly at the end of each thrust, which was also when he unleashed new spurts of precum that raced down into her belly.

“Come on, Miss Taylor,” Coming to a halt with just a few inches more to go, Nathan smiled down at Gina’s flustered face and the glassy gleam in her eyes when she looked up at him with her plump lips stretched and curved round the shaft of his dong, “Swallow it to the fucking hilt.”

A surge of excitement shooting through her and making her unleash a gusher or two of girlcum into and around the teeny front of her thong, Gina plunged forwards and didn’t stop until her nose and upper lip were pressed against Nathan’s pelvis – she’d have to remind him to lose his pubes – and her bottom one was rubbing against ballsack and being made to ripple by the way in which his testes throbbed so powerfully every other second. Now she was definitely on the brink of cumming hard, and in preparation of that she reached down and yanked the front of her thong aside to keep it from getting in the way of the deluge of orgasmic juices that would come rushing out of her dripping wet fuckhole.

That series of powerful orgasms that Gina was waiting impatiently for arrived a few moments later, after Nathan had taken complete charge of the situation again by setting out on a series of fast, hard thrusts that had his cock pumping up and down out of her throat, with the young stud remembering to halt himself each time that he was about to smack straight into her face.

Even if the way in which she suddenly tensed up hadn’t been enough to make Nathan notice that she was climaxing, her releasing muffled screams of bliss round his schlong as it rose and sank certainly was. The somewhat dulled sound of her girlcum hitting the carpet underneath her in big, rapid surges also helped fill him in on what was happening.

As ever when Miss Taylor started cumming, Nathan’s immediate impulse was to make her cum harder. This was easy enough to do, since he just had to go faster and harder. And that was precisely what he did, steeling himself to be able to put more **** behind each stab forwards and then catching himself as he bottomed out somewhere far, far down her oesophagus. In no time at all, the feel of Gina’s screams getting louder and the increase of clear juices flying out of her fluttering cunt let him know that he’d been successful.

“Nasty sizequeen whore!” Nathan wasn’t sure if anyone else could hear him over the webcam, but Gina could, as evidenced by the brief glimpses of her staring up at him adoringly whilst fighting off the tendency to go cross-eyed that he got whenever he finished pulling back and was about to spear his way forwards and downwards again, “Take my fucking cock to the hilt!”

With her throat continuing to be used as a sleeve for Nathan’s mammoth dong, Gina’s period of orgasmic bliss didn’t seem to end, though gradually it did become mixed up with fevered images of her being his slut, dressing up in the whorish outfits and showing off her ability to handle his sixteen-inch rod to whomever it might concern. Those images, along with the knowledge that continued to move round the corners of her mind that she was being watched whilst having her face fucked, only served to make her series of climaxes only stretch itself out even longer.

“Take it, you sexy fucking slut!” Nathan growled, and performed another violent thrust that was followed by him plastering the inside of her throat with precum as he extracted his throbbing schlong from inside it.

As her asshole squeezed the huge butt plug like she was trying to break it in two, Gina remained on her knees and continued loving every second of Nathan savagely fucking her face. She made sure to eye-fuck him in her most devastating, ball-clenchingly way possible whenever she got the chance to, and displayed a die-hard willingness to suck on his cock as it continued to slide in and out over her plump lips.

Nathan lasted for as long as he could, but the mounting pressure in his balls was impossible to withstand, and soon he recognized that he was about to blow. That prompted him to pull back further and further, pushing through Gina’s instinctive effort to keep his dick trapped down her throat until its crown finally popped free to bounce up and down in the air in front of her face while several ropes of precum mixed with spit dangled off it, most of which snapped when he let loose a shot of clear fluid at point blank range onto her face.

“I better not mess up that t-shirt, huh?” Nathan spat out as he gave his cock the handful of strokes needed to push himself over the edge, which also provided Gina with the time needed to wink up at him and open her mouth wide before sticking out her tongue.

By now fully convinced that she’d never get used to the speed at which Nathan could unload each fresh batch of hot, gluey cum, Gina focused on savouring each fat rope of jizz that was glued to her misleadingly angelic face after being blasted from his pulsing, vein-corded cumtube like shots from a cannon.

Once her face had equipped with a dense and complicated web of cumropes running into and across each other, not to mention running off into her hair or becoming glued to her tongue, the blonde babe decided that enough was enough and shoved out her chest while yanking up her “Slut”-emblazoned t-shirt to free her bronzed, beautiful megaton knockers.

It wasn’t exactly surprising that Nathan forgot about the implications of his last question and instead took the bait by hefting his cock lower and proceeding to unleash wave after wave of spunk onto Gina’s tits, nor that she responded by beginning to rock her hips while rubbing her hands all over her jugs to spread his seed all over them and make sure that the sides and curving undersides of them got covered too.

Feeling the tremors rocking his balls slowly begin to fade, Nathan went all in on prolonging his cumshot for as long as possible by ramming the business-end of his cum cannon into Gina’s cleavage. Her response to this was to press her boobs together and use them to milk him of more jizz even as he plunged his way further and further down between them. Meanwhile, her pussy was now so used to spraying out girlcum that it continued to tighten up and relax despite the fact that she was no longer climaxing.

A short while later, neither was Nathan, and so he pulled his cock from Gina’s cleavage, exposing inch after inch of hard, muscular fuckmeat from where it had been slammed in deep between those full, bronzed and absolutely fantastic pair of knockers that – in Nathan’s mind, at least – spent way too much time covered up. If it was up to Nathan in his current state, the drop-dead sexy slut on her knees before him would be topless 24/7. That, and cumming her brains out on his dick. From the way in which she got her lips wrapped round the business-end of his schlong the moment it had popped out from her cleavage, Gina agreed with him on that last bit, at least.

His cumshot being over meant that Nathan became more aware of his surroundings, and while Gina licked up the last of his load by snaking her tongue into his cumslit, he caught a view of what was happening on the TV screen next to them.

On it, Miss Johnson was draped over the back and seat of Mr. Reamer’s couch, her head in contact with the floor and the whole of her bombshell body being rocked by his thrusts as he pumped his cum-spewing fuckpiece up and down between her tits, unleashing great big bursts of balljuice to be glued to her chest and face. And despite the amount of cum which had been glued to it, it was obvious that Miss Johnson was loving every second of what was happening.

“Now why didn’t I think of that?” Gina asked of the tactic that Miss Johnson had chosen to liberate her colleague of that huge batch of jizz that had business lazying about in his nutsack when it could be put to better use being glued to her rack and her face. Then the blonde sexpot resumed tongue-fucking Nathan’s cumhole.

“Because I was fucking your face?” Nathan helpfully suggested, as the approaching end of Mr. Reamer’s cumshot was suggested by his blasts of semen not smacking onto Miss Johnson’s face with quite so much ****.

“Yeah, that was probably why,” Placing Nathan’s cockend against her right cheek, Gina sent him a look that made him unleash a jet of precum that grazed her face and the side of her head before disappearing off into the distance somewhere far behind her. She was still eyeing him in the same nasty fashion when his release of clear fluid smacked into a wall. Meanwhile, Mr. Reamer got back on the floor and Miss Johnson got her haunches before proceeding to give his raging erection a loving tongue-bath. By now, she was down to just her jacket and her boots. Plus a lot of cum glued to her tanned skin and incredible curves.

“We should get their attention,” Nathan decided, while his eyes went back and forth between the screen and Gina’s face.

“Got any bright ideas?” As soon as she’d asked that, Gina spat onto the crown of Nathan’s dong, and snatched up her slobber with a few quick flicks of her tongue.

“Yeah,” His voice turning back into a rumbling growl, Nathan rose off the couch and yanked Miss Taylor to her feet.

“Fuck!” Gina’s excitement at being manhandled was obvious, and she made sure to have her excited expression be caught on camera before forming her plump lips into a glossy circle at Nathan landing a blow on one of her asscheeks. Her excitement rose even further when he pushed her onto the couch table – which was quite low and just big enough for her to fit on if she slid her knees up towards her tits and shoved her heart-shaped booty high up into the air – and used his hands to spread her cheeks.

“This should get them watching,” Nathan decided, throwing a quick glance at the corner of the screen and the sight of the base of that fat butt plug sticking out of Gina’s ass and then turning his attention away from it and towards the real-life spectacle of her ass bomb jutting out like that in the shadow cast by his fuckmast.

“Pull it out...” Gina moaned as Nathan tugged the back of her thong away from the base of the sex toy and hooked it over one of her cheeks, stretching the flimsy piece of fabric to the point of almost snapping.

“Why?” Of course Nathan knew why, but he wanted to hear Gina say it.

“Because it’s nothing compared to the real thing!” Although incredibly horny and eager to get her ass filled with a throbbing, genuine monstercock, Gina had the presence of mind to grab the remote and wait for the right moment.

Smiling from ear to ear, Nathan pulled out the butt plug, tossed it behind his shoulder and stepped in to place the head of his fuckpiece against Gina’s ringpiece. Then Gina turned the sound on.

“Fuck my ass!” Gina cried out, putting all her lust into that cry and prompting Nathan to plaster her anal cleavage with precum, “Fuck this anal whore’s ass, motherfucker!”

That, Gina thought, should definitely get everyone’s attention.