Claire Claims Phil’s Mouth

Claire pulled off Phil’s cock with a wet gasp, a long string of spit still linking her lips to the head. Her chin and chest were shining. She didn’t wait for permission.

She shoved Phil onto his back on the couch, climbed up, and swung a leg over his head. Facing his feet, she planted her knees on either side of his ears and lowered her messy cunt and used hole straight onto his mouth.

“Eat,” she ordered, voice hoarse. “Both of them. And don’t stop while I talk.”

Phil’s hands locked onto her thighs. His tongue pushed out immediately, dragging through the mix of her slick, his earlier cum, and the stretch he’d left in both holes. Claire moaned and ground down harder, smearing herself across his face.

She reached forward, wrapped her fingers around his cock again, and stroked him slowly while she spoke.

“We’re going to do it,” she said, rolling her hips so his tongue had no choice but to push into her cunt, then her ass, then back again. “I’m going to find one. Thick. Dark. The kind that used to ruin me in college. And you’re going to watch me take it.”

Phil groaned into her, the vibration making her thighs twitch. His tongue fucked deeper into her cunt.

Claire’s voice stayed filthy and certain even as her breath started to hitch.

“I’ll bring him here. Or we’ll go to a hotel. I’ll get on my back, spread my legs, and let him stretch my cunt the way I used to need it. You’ll be right there. Maybe holding me open. Maybe buried in my ass at the same time so you can feel every inch of him rubbing against you through me. I want him to breed me while you watch. I want to come on black cock again while my husband sees exactly how much of a slut I still am for it.”

Phil’s tongue worked harder - licking, sucking, pushing into both holes like he was trying to taste the fantasy itself. Claire stroked his cock faster, hips grinding in tight circles against his mouth.

“I’ll text you pictures if you want,” she continued, voice breaking. “Or videos. Me on my knees thanking him. Me with my legs up, full of him. Me walking afterward with his cum still leaking down my thighs. And when I get home you’ll fuck the rest of it out of me… or push it deeper. We decide later. But it’s happening, Phil. I’m getting black cock again.”

The combination of his tongue, the filthy promise, and the pressure on her clit pushed her over.

Claire’s thighs clamped around Phil’s head. She came hard - loud, shaking, grinding her cunt and ass down onto his mouth as the orgasm ripped through her. Clear slick and leftover mess flooded his tongue and chin. She kept rocking through it, moaning his name and the words “black cock” like a broken mantra while her body pulsed and dripped all over his face.

Phil licked her through every wave, not stopping until she finally shuddered and lifted off him, still trembling, a string of her release still connecting his mouth to her used holes.

Claire looked down at him - face shiny, eyes dark - and gave him a wrecked, satisfied smile.

“We agree, then. I’m finding one.”