Hop off and suck out his cum

You're sucking away on Sara's fat nipple when you feel Tom's dick swelling up in the steaming furnace of your cunt. He's moaning that he's going to cum and you can tell by the way he's holding your hips that he means it.

As much as you want to feel him pump a big load up your eager pussy you don't want to end up pregnant. The next best thing to taking a load in your hungry pussy is to drink his boiling ball cream hot from the source. You pop your lips from Sara's titty and push up off Tom's hips.

"What are you doing?" he wonders with disappointment. You can tell Sara is curious too. She looks pissed when you slide next to her husband in the bed, roll onto your belly, and grab a fistful of his raging fuckmeat. It's wet with your pussy juices. You give it a stroke and smile up at Tom. A wink is all it takes to placate him, but you sliding your hot tits up over his thighs and laying your face over his hard dick is probably helpful too.

You capture the drooling head of his dick in your full lips, swirling your tongue around in the oily precum and stroking his shaft into your mouth.

"Hey!" Sara says. "I want some of that."

"No way," you pop your lips from her husband's dick. "I worked hard for this load. It's all mine."

Tom groans as you pound the tight ring of your lips down the pussy-moistened spear of his throbbing dick. Sara stands over you, glowering, as you blow her husband's cock with lusty licks and strokes and loud, hungry slurping sounds. It doesn't take Tom long to be overcome by the pleasure you're giving him. He lowers his hands to rest on the back of your head as you bob your mouth on his cock, coating your licking tongue with the goo of his glans. His meat swells in your mouth and he works his hips a little, fucking your teenage mouth as you suck him towards the finish line.

"Cumming," groans Tom Cleft.

"Get off him, you bitch," demands Sara Cleft.

You ignore her, pounding his pole into your sucking mouth until you feel it throb and the hot gush of his erupting spunk bastes your tonsils in salty cream. You gulp it down with each stroke, slurping each pump of his prick and filling your lusty mouth with Mr. Cleft's boiling ball chowder.

There's so much it drools out of the corners of your mouth as your lips smear white strands down his shaft and to his balls. You're still gulping hot cum fresh from Tom's juicy dick when you feel fingers lace through your hair and yank your head up from his cock. It pops free from your lips with a pop and cum dribbles down from your lower lip and across your chin.

"I'm gonna kick your little ass!" Sara Cleft fumes and you realize that you're about half a second from getting smacked in the face. This isn't what was supposed to happen you think as her open hand flies towards your cum-dripped mouth.