He cums on her face and tits

Dr. Thompson continued to thrust into Anne, her tight white pussy stretched to its limits, accommodating his big black cock with each powerful stroke. Anne couldn't believe it—she was finally getting fucked by the very thing she had craved for so long. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that only fueled her desire. With each deep thrust, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Dr. Thompson, sensing her nearing climax, gripped her hips tighter, his rhythm becoming more intense as he drove into her with unrelenting passion.

Dr. Thompson pounded her from behind, Anne's fat, round ass cheeks jiggled with each forceful thrust, slapping against his hips in a rhythmic cadence. Her huge tits bounced violently, swinging like pendulums as the momentum of his strokes sent shockwaves through her entire body. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a mix of wet slaps and heavy breathing that only added to the primal intensity of the moment. Anne's moans had turned into guttural cries, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch as she felt herself on the brink of an explosive orgasm.

Anne reached the peak of her pleasure, her body shuddered violently, her muscles clenching around Dr. Thompson's cock as she let out a loud, guttural moan. "That's it, my slut, cum on my black cock," Dr. Thompson growled, his voice low and commanding, as he thrust deeper, his rhythm unrelenting. Her juices flowed freely, coating his shaft as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of intense pleasure leaving her breathless. The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, the slap of flesh against flesh, the heavy breathing, and Anne's cries of ecstasy.

As Dr. Thompson's balls tightened, signaling his impending climax, he pulled out of Anne and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face him. "I want to cum on your face and tits," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Anne, still breathless from her own orgasm, nodded eagerly, her eyes locked on his cock. With a few swift strokes, he brought himself to the edge, and with a deep groan, he erupted, his cum shooting across her face and chest.

As the last drops of Dr. Thompson's cum glistened on Anne's face and chest, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. The warm, sticky liquid coated her 44E breasts, dripping down in thick strands that clung to her skin. She looked up at Dr. Thompson, her eyes still filled with the haze of her recent orgasm, and smiled weakly. "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible over her own heavy breathing. Dr. Thompson, still catching his breath, nodded in agreement, his chest heaving with exertion.

As the thick, creamy strands of Dr. Thompson's cum dripped slowly down her face and chest, Anne felt a perverse sense of satisfaction, her fantasy now a sticky reality. The warm liquid clung to her skin, tracing paths between her large breasts as it slid downward, glistening in the dim light of the room. She reached up, her trembling fingers brushing against the remnants of his climax, smearing it across her cheeks and lips. The sensation was both degrading and exhilarating, a perfect culmination of her deepest desires.