Ann descended on Chris's cock again, pushing it into the back of her throat. Chris cried out, and before either of them even realised what was happening Chris's hot cum spat into her throat.
Gripping the staff with her lips, Ann took a deep breath through her nose and took all of his juices into her mouth. When his spasms stopped, she pulled off, keeping her lips shut tight.
"I'm sorry," Chris said, blushing furiously. He sat up, but Ann pushed him back down by his bare black chest. Gulping, Chris watched her advance.
Her lips came down on his, and pried his mouth apart. Eyes widening in surprise, Chris felt his own hot fluids passed back into his body, thick and sticky on his tongue.
The taste was sour, salty, but not unpleasant. He swallowed it down like pudding, and Ann continued to play with the inside of his mouth until all of his semen had disapeared.
"That's a good boy," Ann cooed.
"I didn't mean to," Chris whimpered. "I couldn't hold it in."
"It's okay. You'll make it up to me, won't you, baby?"
"Any way you want me to."
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