Run to the pussy!

Mark, guided by the head of his cock, not conscience, runs at full speed towards Cassidy's room.

"I knew you would come. Come in!" That's how Cassidy received Mark. As he had imagined, everything had just happened between her and Matt. If Mark had come back a couple of minutes earlier, like the day he first arrived in the room he would have found them both having sex. She was still dressed in the clothes she had left home and had just replaced after her frustration with Matt.

As soon as the door closes, Mark goes over to kiss her, but she stops him with her hands.

"Mark, you didn't understand me. I don't want kisses or love. I like Matt. But, that cunt today, once again let me down. I want you to help me relieve all this sexual tension again."

"Mmm... Ok. And how I do it?"

"Just do what I tell you."

Again, Cassidy is being a bitch, but her assertiveness is making Mark horny. He decides to collaborate to see where it goes ... He hopes it will be inside her pussy.

"Take off all your clothes and lie on my bed with your belly up and your arms up."

So he does. She then goes over to her nightstand and takes out a handcuff, with which she holds Mark's hands on the top of the bed, leaving him with no way out of there.

Afterwards, she removes all the clothes, except for the purple panties she wore. In front of Mark, again, are her firm white creamy breasts, with small and hard nipples.

"Now be quiet and put this tongue to work, because I will only release you after I have many orgasms."

Cassidy says this as she positions herself over Mark's head. With her hand she pulls her panties aside. Her pussy is still beautiful, but it is different from the other day. Still fully shaved besides a very small cute landing strip above. But, it looks swollen, red, with the lips parted out. Slightly gaped. While Mark admires her pussy and Cassidy starts to crouch down to bring her pussy closer to his mouth, Mark feels her moisture running down his face. And when she gets even closer, it's not just her liquids that run, but white pieces of goo begin to fall.

They fall on Mark's expectant mouth, who only realizes what it is when he already feels the taste take his tongue, run down the inside of his cheek and slide down his throat towards his stomach: cum!

When he goes to complain, Cassidy sits completely on him. Now Matt and Cassidy's cum, combined, run into Mark's mouth, but they also smear his whole nose, cheek, chin ... all of his face. Stuck as he is, he can do nothing but accept his fate.

"Excuse me, Mark, I should have warned you that today Matt's bastard, in addition to coming fast, came inside me. Fortunately, I am taking the pill. I didn't warn you, because I thought you wouldn't accept it, and I really need your tongue to make me cum!"

Mark tries to complain, but his cries are drowned out first by the pussy that covers his mouth, and then by Cassidy's moans. He decides that the best way to get out of the situation is to do his best to make her come and release him. He uses all his experience to work with his mouth and tongue, to suck and lick her clitoris, to nibble on her pussy, to push as far as possible into her cave, all that is possible to finish her.

However, she seems insatiable. She has orgasms after orgasms, in succession, without stopping. And every time she comes, along with her flow, the contraction expels even more cum in Mark's mouth. And the unimaginable happens: disgust is being replaced by pleasure. The very taste of cum no longer seems so bad, on the contrary. Perhaps it is the situation, which combines the pleasure of sucking on this delicious pussy, with her moans and pleasure, the situation of subjugation that he is in, which ends up associating cum no longer with something bad, but with something good. And when the mental change is over, Cassidy also ends and releases him.

"Thanks, Mark. You were a sweetie coming here and helping me." - She says, while wiping Mark's face with a washcloth, removing all her and Matt's cum - "I hope you liked it."

Half an hour ago, Mark wouldn’t be passive there, but scolding Cassidy.

Now he can only say, which is true, that "I loved it. When you need it, just call me".

"I will call you, dear, I will call you." - Cassidy says, as she pushes the already dressed and clean Mark into the hall.

Mark takes the walk of shame towards his room, feeling satisfied but guilty, and hoping that no one has seen him leave Cassidy's room.