The facefuck

The garden was filled with wet slopping sounds. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was all encompassing. Soft muffled groans completed the ensemble. John was thrusting with al his might. The warm folds of his conquests massive tits, still wrapped around his engorged member. Katy's wet saliva kept slicking John's cock up more and more. Spittle flying around the garden without constraint. All the while John was fucking both Katy's massive mammaries, and her face.

John was kneading Katy's breasts with vicious abbandon. Squeezing the supple tit-flesh in between his fingers. Her soft skin bulging between his digits whenever he squeezed harder.

"Enough of this 'foreplay' miss. I need to feel your entire mouth along my cock" John said through clenched teeth. He released his cockhead from Katy's mouth, with a loud *pop*. He then released his iron grip on her tits, and slid his wet cock upwards out from between her, now wet, tits. Strands of spit attatching John's cock to Katy's lucious mounds

Katy was dazed, and because of the vicious movements, confused as to what was happening. John took one of her arms over her head. Her large tits now swaying downwards, some of it being squished on John's side. They stumbled to a nearby bench. Drool slowly dripping from Katy's mouth.

John sat down on the bench. And positioned Katy on her knees in front of him. Katy was slowly regaining her composure. And started realising again what was happening to her. To late. "This ends n...!" she tried to exclaim. But John rammed the full length of his cock back into Katy's warm mouth. She tried struggling again. But to no avail. John's iron grip once again proved to much for her.