Glazed

The man slowed his thrusts, still buried deep, and looked down at Claire with a dark, satisfied smile.

“With a white whore like you I can go over and over again,” he said. “That tight little cunt of yours is already ruined and I still haven’t finished with it.”

He pulled all the way out. Claire’s pussy stayed open and messy, lips swollen and shiny, hole still gaping slightly from the size of him. He wrapped one big hand around his cock and stroked the slick length once.

“Spread it. Fingers on those lips. Pull yourself open so I can see everything.”

Claire reached down with both hands, hooked her fingers into her puffy pussy lips, and pulled them apart. Her cunt was on full display, wet and used, the entrance twitching as cool air hit it.

He rested the fat, glistening head of his cock right against her open hole, not pushing in. Just pressing there, heavy and hot.

Then he started stroking himself in earnest, the thick shaft sliding through his fist while the tip stayed planted against her spread cunt.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice low and degrading. “Married white slut on her back in a hotel, holding her used pussy open for black cock. Your husband knows you’re here getting your cunt stretched and still couldn’t stop you. Pathetic. You’re nothing but a hole that chases dick this big because your own man can’t fill you like this.”

Claire moaned, fingers digging into her own flesh to keep herself spread wider. The head of his cock rubbed lightly over her open entrance with every stroke of his hand.

“That’s it. Keep it open. I’m going to glaze this messy white pussy so you have to walk out of here with my cum all over it. Maybe you’ll even let it dry on the drive home so your husband can see how a real cock marked you.”

His fist moved faster. The thick head stayed nestled right against her hole, parting her lips slightly with every pulse. Claire watched, eyes glassy, holding herself open exactly as ordered.

He came with a deep groan.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum pulsed straight onto her spread cunt. The first shot landed across her open hole and the stretched lips she was holding apart. The second and third glazed her clit and the puffy outer lips, dripping down into the mess he had already made of her. He kept the tip pressed against her the whole time, painting her with long, sticky ropes until her cunt was coated and shining.

When the last spurt left him he rubbed the head through the cum he had just spilled, smearing it into her open hole and over her swollen lips like he was marking her.

“Stay spread,” he said. “I want to look at it.”

Claire held herself open, breathing hard, her glazed pussy on full display as his cum slowly ran down over her ass and onto the hotel sheets.