Lyn worships Zair’s cock

“Of course I do,” Zair smiled down at Lyn, using the business-end of his cock to land a few playful slaps on the young blonde’s heart-shaped ass.

“Good,” Lyn purred as her buttocks jiggled from having the thick, heavy crown of Zair’s fuckpiece impacting against them.

“And I think I know how,” Zair announced, startling Lyn through the speed with which he pulled his cock away from her bubble butt and instead grabbing hold of her hips, pulling her towards him and spinning her around, forming his lips into a wolfish smile when he felt her huge, round tits against his chest and how her milk began streaming down his chest and onto his stomach.

“I wanted you to ravage me as soon as I laid eyes on you,” Lyn thought it a good time to admit this, and she smiled warmly at the horny groan that her words caused Zair to let out, before it was her turn to groan hornily when he placed his hands on her shoulders and began firmly pushing her down onto her knees.

“You know, I think there’s something specific that you want me to do next…” Lyn announced as she now sat on her knees in front of Zair, whose hands were no longer on her shoulders.

“Really, whatever gave you that idea?” Zair replied with a grin, while Lyn reached out with her right hand and placed it against the base of his cock.

“I don’t know, must have been something you said,” Lyn shot Zair a sultry smile while wrapping her left hand round the part of his dick that was just behind its plump, purple head, then leaned her head forwards and allowed her pink tongue to dart past her lips and touch against the rounded tip of Zair’s member, her tongue instantly being soaked with the precum that suddenly came pouring out through his cumslit.

Tilting her head back a little to allow Zair’s clear prejizz to roll over her tongue on its way towards her gullet, Lyn felt her pussy juicing as she moved her left hand down the length of Zair’s cock, feeling its warmth against her skin and cooing lustfully at how firm and muscular even that it felt against her touch. She couldn’t quite explain why she was so turned on by the thought of sucking Zair off, her mind instead becoming fully focused on the sudden **** need that she felt that the whole length of it, more than a foot in all, she reckoned, crammed past her lips and down her throat. However, she was far from certain that she’d be able to accomplish just that, and instead opted to push Zair’s schlong away from her, biting her lip as her pushing his cock towards his rock-hard stomach served to have her attention turned towards his impressive physique, the powerful shape of the underside of his cock and his big, beefy balls, all at once.

Deciding to help Lyn out by grabbing hold of his cock and holding it in place for her, Zair grinned at the lustful whimper that she let out just before she placed her hands on his thighs and drove her head in between his legs, her lips quickly latching onto one of his nuts, which she began to suckle. Pretty soon, Lyn was running her tongue over Zair’s cum-bloated ballsack, coating it with her saliva and giggling at how the hair of his balls tickled her chin and lips while she lapped at and sucked on his testes. What Lyn was doing had a profound effect on Zair, who would occasionally produce a particularly pronounced groan of satisfaction as jets of precum shot in wide arcs across the kitchen. Most of his prejizz poured down the length of his cock, an almost constant flow of it travelling down the underside of his fuckmast before spilling onto the top of Lyn’s head while she continued working her mouth all over his scrotum.

“Fuck, my pussy’s juicing just from sucking on your balls,” Zair heard Lyn announce after she’d pulled her lips away from his nuts, though her face was now obscured underneath his cock, which had sunk forwards to stand pointing out in front of him at an angle as a result of his grasp of it weakening due to Lyn’s efforts.

Giggling softly at the dark grunt that formed Zair’s response to her comment, Lyn pushed herself upwards a little, still holding her hands against his muscular thighs while she planted a kiss on the base of his cock, then raised her lips a little and offered Zair’s cock another wet, loving kiss.

Now it was Zair’s turn to let the back of his head drop backwards a little as Lyn continued to move her soft lips up over the underside of his steel-hard fuckmast, another horny grunt flowing up from his throat as he stood there and enjoyed her showering his cock with kisses until it glistened with a mixture of his precum and her saliva, with the same mixture now having amply coated onto her luscious lips.

When she finally reached the crown of Zair’s cock, Lyn kissed it, then shifted back a little and took control of Zair’s fuckshaft, gently tugging it downwards until it was standing out at an even level from between his legs, her eyes going wide as she took in just how long and how thick it really was, her pussy feeling like it was about to explode and her arms trembling a little as she slowly pushed her head forwards and opened her mouth wide.

Then, a forceful tremor coursed through Zair’s member, causing Lyn to nearly loose control of it, an excited yelp blossoming past her lips as the whole cumtube shook about in front of her, thus ensuring that the bolt of prejizz that exited through Zair’s pisshole would end up plastered onto Lyn’s face in a crooked line that ran from the upper left side of her forehead down across her left eyebrow, over the bridge of her delicate nose and onto her right cheek before ending up dangling off her jawline.

After that, Lyn rolled her eyes back and let out a protracted, soft moan of bliss that was masked underneath the sound of her girlcum gushing being showered onto the floor, flowing over her legs along the way.

Finally stepping into action, at least to an extent, Zair drove his hips forwards, shutting Lyn up by feeding his cockend into her mouth before she surprised him by turning her head to have his fist-sized cockhead be outlined as it caused her right cheek to bulge outwards obscenely before the tanned, unblemished skin of said cheek rippled when he let loose another salvo of clear precum that filled her mouth and pulsed out down onto her chin while her eyelashes fluttered and her honey continued to pour from her quaking snatch.

While Lyn’s tongue slithered up against one side of Zair’s cockhead, and her using the wet muscle in an effort to push him a little closer to his next orgasm, the dusky stud reached down and began lovingly stroking her right cheek, showing her some tenderness whilst simultaneously stimulating his own cock. Had she been able to, Lyn would have giggled sluttishly, but since that was currently impossible, she instead focused on moving her head a little to the right, thereby causing the business end of Zair’s cumtube to come down onto her tongue, weighing it down with its great bulk before she began pushing her head forwards a little, closing her eyes and marvelling at how she could already feel a familiar tingling between her legs. She then duly moaned around Zair’s cockhead as she swallowed it down into her gullet, her nostrils flaring and her eyes popping open for a moment as more of her honey flowed down her legs at the feel of her throat expanding round the girth of Zair’s member, both her hands now wrapped round the base of it while she pushed her head forwards, eagerly swallowing a little more of it.

Zair stood and watched, his hands by his sides, as Lyn started bobbing her head back and forth, turning her gaze towards his face ever so often while she speared his cock in and out of her throat, loud slurping and sucking noises emanating from her mouth as several thick blasts of precum were shot directly into her belly. By now, he could feel a very familiar rumbling coming from his balls.