In your mouth

Darrell stood, partly kneeling on the seat, his cock still glistening and erect before her face. “Open,” he said, the word casual, a simple instruction.

He fed himself into your mouth, his dark hand cradling the back of your head. The taste was familiar now, salty and musky, layered with your own scent and latex. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, a mechanical response learned through brutal repetition. His groan was one of pure satisfaction. It didn’t take long. His thighs tensed, and the first thick pulse hit the back of your throat.

Darrell stiffened more. A hot, guttural sound escaped him. He held there for a long moment, buried inside you, before another jet poured down your throat. You choked and gasped, as semen and spit now spilt out of you mouth, dribbling onto your chest, floor, and leather.

With a third and final blast of cum, Darrell sighed with relief, pulling out with a slow, deliberate glide as his seed filled your mouth with cum for what felt like the hundredth time today. You swallowed it.