She wipes the cum off his face

“Hey John, how we doing under there?” Referencing the blanket of cum she just laid on top of him.

John attempted to wipe a big glob of cum off his face. Revealing his eyes and a big smile. “Holy fuck Tiff. That was insane.”

“I know. I got to say, A+ work for your first blow job though.”

John laughed. “I think it was more about you fucking my face than my blowjob skills…not that I seemed to mind.”

She let out a cute giggle. Just then, a wicked thought popped into her head. “Well here…do you mind if I help you wipe some more of it off.” Tiff stepped up to John again. She grabbed him by his cum soaked hair and pressed her gargantuan balls into his face. Wiping them up and down. She thought she heard John let out a small moan of approval.

“How’s this John? Do my huge balls do a good job of wiping the cum off your face?” She didn’t know what was coming over her. She felt this incessant urge to keep pushing the boundaries with John. John obviously couldn’t speak with her balls pressed into his face but he reached his arm up to give a thumbs up. Tiff laughed before being cut off by an involuntary moan as she felt John take two handfuls of her fat ass and push her forward. Pressing her nuts even harder against his face.

John was lavishing the feeling of Tiff’s bulbous sack on his face and his hands grasping her plump ass. He thought back to when he first saw her walk out on the back deck of Mark’s party. At that time, he wouldn’t be able to fathom a world where she would eventually be shoving a 23 inch cock down his throat and rubbing her gigantic nutsack up and down his face. He relished how she seemed to transform from this slightly introverted, laid back girl, to this sex-crazed temptress. He loved how she described her cock in filthy ways and even berated him for their size difference. He was snapped out of his train of thought when he heard Tiff speak.