Ass To Mouth

Phil didn’t need telling twice.

He gripped Claire’s hips, pulled out of her ass with a wet, filthy sound, and watched another thick trickle of his cum spill from her open hole. Claire stayed bent over the back of the couch, breathing hard, ass still twitching and messy.

Phil stepped around in front of her, cock slick and shiny with her and his own cum. He took her by the hair, not rough enough to hurt but firm enough to tilt her head back, and dragged the head of his cock across her lips.

“Open.”

Claire opened her mouth without hesitation. Phil pushed in, feeding her the taste of her own ass and the load he’d just pumped into it. She moaned around him, eyes fluttering shut, and started sucking immediately - messy, eager, spit already gathering at the corners of her mouth.

He didn’t go slow. He fucked her throat in short, deep strokes, the same rhythm he’d just used on her ass. Claire took it, gagging wetly every time he bottomed out, thick strings of spit and leftover cum stretching from her lips to his shaft whenever he pulled back. Her mascara started to run. Drool spilled down her chin and dripped onto her bare tits.

Phil held her head in place and kept going, watching her throat bulge. “That’s it. Clean it off. Taste what I just did to your ass.”

Claire’s hands came up to brace on his thighs, but she didn’t push him away. She sucked harder, tongue working the underside, spit bubbling out around his cock with every thrust. When he finally pulled free, a long, glistening rope of drool connected her swollen lips to the head of his cock. Her mouth hung open, chin and chest shiny and dripping, eyes glassy and dark with pure filth.

Phil rubbed the head across her tongue again, smearing more of the mess over her lips.

Claire looked up at him, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Again. Put it back in my ass while I can still taste it.”