On your butt

"On my butt," you moan. "Squirt your goo all over my buns!"

Mr. Goreman slams his petrified pole into your gooey gash a few more times and then pulls out of you. With a grunt he lifts himself up so he's squatting above your ass. You look back at him, he's pounding his pole with one hand and resting the other on one of your firm cheeks. He spreads your crack and wanks with his pecker pointed right at your little clenched hole and sopping slit.

"Oh yes, Mr. Goreman," you moan and wiggle your butt from side to side, "blast me with your ball juice! Prove to me those old pipes are still working!"

He wheezes and pants as he jerks his prick, his balls snug against the underside of his shaft. With a groan he leans heavily on your ass and a long stream of cum erupts from the purple head of his cock. It flies across most of your back and splatters just below your shoulders.

"Ohhhh yeah!" you cry in exaggerated ecstasy.

He aims lower and hot spurts of his cream baste your crack and splatter your parted pussy. He twitches and pumps out a thick load of his goo that drips down your thighs and covers your ass with sperm.

"Messy, messy, Mr. G!" you say, admiring your cummy buns.

Mr. Goreman laughs and stands up on shakey legs. His knees are all red from kneeling on the grass. His cock is still sticking straight out and dripping spunk. You turn around and surprise him by sucking it between your lips, stroking up and down the shaft and flicking his oozing slit with the tip of your tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," you moan, massaging his balls with your hand. "It tastes so good, Mr. G."

"My dear, that was amazing," Mr. Goreman says. "I can't thank you enough."

You release your hold on his cock and stand up to give him a big a big kiss on the lips. You press your sweaty body to his.

You break the kiss and reply, "It was my pleasure."

You slip sensuously up his body, dragging your hard pink nipples across his chest and up over his face. You stand before him, his face at the level of your bare pussy. It's a prime view of the drips of sperm leaking out down your thighs, but you're more worried about your clothes.

You draped it on the bush...