XXXmas Party Night: He cums on Leah's tits..... (Suspicion: +10)

"God this bitch is disgusting." he said to himself as he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking his already-roused member. He couldn't even fathom the irony of his words.

He jerked his cock in his drunken stupor as he leered at Leah's body.

{if xmasnight_facial >= 1 } He saw the jizz drying slowly on her face and thought of his own cum soon being added there or elsewhere. {endif}

{if xmasnight_tits >= 1 } He considered adding to the load or was it two? that rested on her perfect tits. {endif}

{if xmasnight_creampie >= 1} The man imagined leaving a load deep inside Leah's wet pussy--but it was just so wet from other men just before him. The thought, even in his drunken state repulsed him. {endif}

{if xmasnight_condom >= 1} Even though Leah had used condoms--that is to say--whoever fucked Leah used condoms (she was the one being used)--he didn't want to think about putting his dick in there. {endif}

His one hand wandered along her body though as stroked himself. It had been a while and though the punch should have stunted his senses it was the thrill of finding Leah, the forbidden treat plucked from fortune that made his cock tremble with each stroke. He turned his head to make sure the door was fast.

He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out his cellphone. And began to fumble with the camera application. Why shouldn't he record this? Everyone else probably did. His level of intoxication had him well past the point of caring about consequences and he certainly was getting past the point of no return toward climax as he filmed himself violating Leah. His hand stroked harder and faster, he imagined how many times he could enjoy this film later on. Leah would never even know.

Just the thought of reliving this made his arousal surge, taking him to that moment of pleasure just before ecstasy. He leveled his cock at Leah's perfect tits and began to jerk wildly, each thick rope hitting her breast with an audible *thump* from the thickness of each gooey strand.

He kept jerking, plastering her cleavage, her shoulder even with his warm cum. Leah didn't wake at all. He filmed each bit with pleasure as he stood over her, painting her with his ivory strokes. As he finished he took a few pictures after letting out a satisfied sigh of sensual relief.

He turned his phone off, and wiped his hand on the disorganized blankets. He wasn't responsible for cleaning them. Then fixed himself. He looked back one more time and then headed out of the room. He was going to drive home--even if he was too drunk. He didn't want to stick around...