Krista get Painted

Feeling a little lightheaded and weightless, Krista pushed past it and was rewarded with the cock in her throat discharging his load. She swallowed as much as she could, but she was starved for air and succeeded in pulling back, which also resulted in his last bit of squirt landing on Krista’s face. Not that she minded. She never felt as pretty as she did when decorated with semen.

The large cock deep in her ass didn’t slow down a bit while she gave the spent one a final lick before it disappeared back thru the hole, and she turned her hunger to the cock in her hand. Krista didn’t even get a chance to get her mouth around it before it went rigid in her clasped hand and her face was coated with a full load of cum. Again, she enjoyed every moment of it and opened her mouth, trying to direct some onto her tongue. She hung onto the cock, even when all that was left was spasms. The cock slipped out of her grip and disappeared.

Krista was left bent over the stool, cum all over her face, and getting fucked in the ass. Her smile would have lite up the room, if there had been anyone in there to witness it. Reaching her cum-slick hand down, she started to massage her clit, as well as venturing a finger or 3 into her dripping cunt. The cock in her backside took on a more frenzied pace and she knew it was about his time to add to the painting that was her face. There was a knock on the wall, urgent in its rapidness.

Jim had one main rule in his gloryhole, no full loads in anything but the mouth. Krista never asked him why this was so, but she always made sure to obey it, even if she wished to be filled in the most literal sense. If you were lucky enough to get a hole that, well, gave you a hole to fuck, then you were required to give a warning knock when you were ready to blow.

Leaning forward, letting the cock pop out of her, Krista spun and fell to her knees in front of the huge dick, and grabbed it with both hands. She pumped on it with long, strong-gripped strokes, trying to coax it to explode. There was more pounding on the wall, but she knew this was in excitement and preceded the cum.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Cum!

It shot out of him in a rush, one spurt followed by another and another. Krista pumped the cock for all she was worth, her arms were tired, but she wanted his seed on her.

Having frequented gloryholes in different places around town, she had become a bit of a cum connoisseur, if you will, of the different types of cummers. There was those that just kind of bubbled out, the shooting for distance guys, the thick and creamy, the one-shot then dribble, the sprayers, the ones that barely came at all, but there were the rather rare guys that just seemed that they could cum for days. This guy was one of those and Krista was delighted!

She was convinced that if she never stopped stroking this cock, it would never stop cumming. It was in her hair, on her face, her tits, thighs; Krista was properly glazed by the time he was empty. She stopped stroking and let her hands fall onto her thighs. The cock protruded from the hole, still hard but flagging noticeably. Softly, Krista heard the man whisper, “thank you” and the cock was gone.