More Detail, Please

Phil pulled out of Claire’s ass with a wet, filthy sound. A thick rope of his precum and her slick followed, stretching between the head of his cock and her open hole before breaking. Claire whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but he didn’t give her time to miss it.

He spun her around on the couch, shoved her onto her knees between his legs, and grabbed a fistful of her hair. His cock - shiny with her ass - pressed against her lips.

“Open. Clean it. And don’t you dare stop talking.”

Claire’s mouth opened obediently. Phil pushed in deep, feeding her the taste of her own ass and the mess he’d left in it. She gagged once, then started sucking hard, spit already flooding around his shaft and dripping down her chin again.

Phil kept his grip in her hair and fucked her throat in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Keep going,” he ordered, voice rough. “Filthier. I want every detail. How they used you. What they said. How it felt when they stretched that tight white cunt of yours.”

Claire pulled off just long enough to gasp, spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, then took him back in while she talked around him as best she could.

“One of them - ah - used to make me thank him every time he bottomed out. He’d have me on my back with my legs pushed up to my chest so he could watch his black cock disappear inside me. He’d say ‘Look at that… little college slut taking every inch like she was made for it.’ And I was. I came so hard when he talked like that. Sometimes he’d pull out and slap my clit with it, then shove back in and just pound me until I was crying from how good it felt.”

Phil groaned and thrust deeper into her throat. Claire’s eyes watered, mascara streaking, but she kept sucking and talking in broken, spit-soaked fragments every time he gave her air.

“There was a night with two of them,” she continued, voice wrecked. “One in my cunt, one in my mouth. They switched whenever they felt like it. The one fucking me would pull out and make the other taste me on his cock before he took his place. They called me their cum dump. I let them. I begged them not to stop. I walked home the next morning with their loads still leaking out of me and I fingered myself in the shower replaying every second.”

Phil’s cock throbbed hard against her tongue. He held her head in place and kept using her mouth, forcing more spit to pour down her chin and onto her tits.

“More,” he demanded. “Tell me how you’d look right now if one of them was here. What you’d let him do while I watched.”

Claire’s answer came out messy and desperate between wet, gagging sucks, the words half-muffled around his cock as she gave him exactly the filth he asked for.