Gavin cums

Isabelle moaned in delight at how Gavin’s cock grew thicker and thicker as he stood before her, the fist-sized crown of his fuckpiece pointing straight at her while his balls pounded against his legs and the trunk of his member continued to expand in width as the he went through the final stages of the build-up to his next ejaculation.

“Fuck…” Isabelle groaned out, the boobed noblewoman being utterly captivated by the spectacle of Gavin’s mighty fuckpole beating and swelling in front of her, juices pouring out of her pink pussy as she kept a meticulously close watch on the proceedings.

Grunting, Gavin felt his cock slip free of his grasp, the immense pillar of steel-hard fuckpiece heaving itself upwards on its own volition, its plump business-end cutting its way through the air before a throaty grunt escaped his lips and the first geysering of cum cleared his pisshole. Tilting her head back as she followed with wide-open eyes how the bolt of white fluid cut through air above her head, the thick discharge of white stretching itself out to run more than a foot in length from tip to tip, Isabelle first gulped, then giggled as it continued on beyond the boundaries of her balcony, carried forwards some way by its own momentum before gravity kicked in, and it began its descent down towards the street.

Down below, the blonde who had been among the first of the spectators to strip out of her clothes in response to the sight of Gavin and Isabelle fucking up on the balcony was now quite surprised, and not a little disappointed, at how the two dark-haired men who had both been fucking her now pulled their cocks out of her mouth and her ass and quickly moved away from her.

Then, after she’d gotten back into an upright position and released a short, frustrated “Humph!” at how the two men had abandoned her just as she was about to be overcome by a powerful orgasm, the blonde noticed how all the people around were looking up at something, and so followed their lead.

“Oh fuck…” The blonde groaned out, nearly cumming at the sight of the massive jet of cum that was thundering down towards, with only a few yards left before it hit her.

There was a splat of the jizz smacking against her voluptuous frame, and a delighted scream from the blonde as the feel of Gavin’s cum being glued onto her smooth, tanned skin caused her to finally achieve her orgasm as she stood in the middle of the street, naked and coated with a layer of jizz that ran from her forehead all the way down to about two thirds down her flat, toned stomach. All around her, other of the female crowd members had already begun to flock towards her, licking their lips and staring at her with hungry eyes as they drew nearer still to her cum-painted form.

“Missed me,” Isabelle teased Gavin while he struggled to re-establish control of his cock, tensing up the arms in his right arm as he managed to get the humungous pillar of manmeat to aim towards her face once more.

“I won’t this time,” Gavin promised her, through gritted teeth, before another massive outpouring of jizz came thumping up from his balls, the voluminous release of spunk causing his cock to ripple as it passed out through it, and Isabelle’s jaw to drop during the brief, few fractions of a second during which she had the opportunity to study it, before it draped itself over her face, obscuring her features underneath a wall of glistening, pearly white as the remainder of that singular release of jizz ended up on her tits, where it formed itself into a stretch of white that ran down along her cleavage and expanded outwards to a distance of about three feet on either side of the deep, narrow chasm that separated her huge, bulging boobs, and onto her stomach, obscuring the contours of her abdominal muscles and even having her bellybutton disappear underneath the glossy veneer of jizz with which practically the whole of her bellybutton. Isabelle would have squirted in response to how Gavin was hosing her down with that single release of his spunk, but as the last portion of that geysering of balljuice had glued itself to her pussy, her spray of her sweet, clear ejaculate proved too weak to break through the viscid fluid.

“Think I should treat the crowd to the next one?” Gavin asked Isabelle, amazed at his own ability to speak as he stood there enjoying the brief respite between the second and the third part of his ejaculation.

Saying nothing, Isabelle shook her head, keeping her gaze fixed on Gavin’s member as it was once more swelling up to an unprecedented girth as it prepared itself to spew out even more of his cum, the movement of her causing thick dollops of his balljuice to disentangle themselves from it and rain down onto the balcony floor.
Gavin looked as though he was about to say something, but all that slipped past his lips was a weak, throaty groan as more cum came rocketing out through his cumslit, the third section of his cumshot manifesting itself in two jets of spunk exiting his pisshole at great speed, splitting up as they rushed forwards and ending up smacking down onto one each of Isabelle’s huge, heaving knockers, with thin gobs of them ending up either shooting upwards to glue themselves to her chin and throat, or being scattered across her sides and midriff.

Grunting again a few seconds later, while his cock again swelled up to achieve such a thickness that he had to use both his hands to maintain his tenuous hold of it, Gavin nearly fell backwards as the forth jet of cum whooshed out of his cumhole and stretched itself out into a one yard long mass of white that reached up into the air before its end detached itself from the rounded crown of his schlong and the whole mass of it continued its upward trajectory, narrowly missing a bird as it flew over them before beginning its journey down towards the street below.

There, the busty blonde was moaning as she now stood surrounded by five women, all of them complete strangers to her and all as naked as she as they ran their tongues and fingers over her voluptuous frame, licking it clean of Gavin’s jizz or working the sticky fluid into her bronzed skin while she felt herself come closer to her next climax.

As for the people standing in a half-moon formation around the six naked, horny women, a few of them noted the massive spray of jizz that was descended down at them at great speed, the mass of creamy white looking like it was substantial enough to cover all six of them.

Sitting on her haunches and with her arms stretched out horizontally from her shoulders, Isabelle tightened her hold of the railing and produced a horny moan when Gavin aimed his cock back at her face, the cum-painted, blue-blood slut squirting out another serving of her girlcum, this time to have it burst through the thick layer of jizz that was covering her juicing honeypot and having her juices splash across the balcony.

Gavin stepped towards Isabelle to have his cockend brush against her lips, and smiled down at whilst she thrust her head forwards to take his dick into her mouth, having her hot breath wash over the crown of his cumtube in such a manner that it caused him to groan and discharge a fat blast of precum into her mouth.

“Gavin?” Isabelle asked, having spat her lover’s cockhead out of her mouth after first rubbing it against the inside of first one, then the other of her cheeks, making both of them bulge out as they moulded themselves after the thick, domed shape of the business-end of his steel-hard fuckpiece.

“Yeah?” Gavin asked, a tremor running through his body as Isabelle sent a rope of her spit flying out onto his cockend.

“Does it make me a slut that I love the taste of my ass off your cock?” Isabelle asked him, in an innocent tone of voice that Gavin knew to be completely and utterly fake.

“Yeah…” Gavin’s reply came while he took the chance to pat the tip of his fuckmast against Isabelle’s outstretched tongue, having tiny specks of the precum that was flowing out freely from his pisshole being scattered across her face.

“Think,” Isabelle paused to take Gavin’s cock back in past her soft lips and driving her head forwards until the business-end of his member was balanced at the top of her gullet, before pulling back and slipping it out of her maw and continuing the conversation as though nothing had happened, “that they know just how much of a slut I am?”

“I think they have a fairly good idea…” Gavin chuckled.

“Can you think of anything that would make it even more obvious?” Isabelle continued to speak in a tone of mock innocence, the innuendo dropping off every word that flowed out past her lips.

“Actually, I think I can,” Gavin replied, shaping his mouth into a wicked grin.