Down her throat

"Get on your knees," you growl as you pull out of Monica and push her to the floor.

"Oh God!" she gasps as she drops to her knees staring at your bobbing member, her hands reaching for it. You brush her hands away as you rub your glistening cock on her face.

"Put your hands behind your back." The sense of power you have as this curvy blonde kneels at your feet and meekly clasps her hands behind her is intoxicating and grab her by the hair and rub your shaft against her mouth and cute upturned nose.

"Oh God you're so cruel and exciting." Monica's protests are muted by the way she is licking and sucking at the base of your cock licking the juices from her cunt off your throbbing erection. "You have all the control. So strong, so powerful." Whatever else she might have said is lost as you push yourself deep into her mouth, holding her hair as you **** your cock down her throat. When you pull out of her mouth to let her breath strands of saliva droop from her mouth to your cock.

"Yes, Oh fuck yes!" Monica gasps. "I bet you wanted to fuck Tamara's slutty mouth just like this, didn't you?" You answer her by pushing back into her until the curls of your pubic hair tickled her upturned nose. The feeling of her throat rippling over the entire length of your shaft brings you right back to the edge of orgasm. She's starting to **** and you pull out letting her catch her breath.

"I'm going to come down your throat," you warn her, "I want you to swallow every drop." Monica's eyes widen and she nods as she licks the drool off her lips preparing for your next invasion of her mouth. This time she is ready for you and your cock slides easily all the way in, with a groan of satisfaction you finally let go, spurting your spunk directly into her belly. Monica's throat convulsing around your shaft as your explode fills her only adds to the pleasure you feel from this ultimate release.

You pull out in time to squirt your last little pulse at her face, and she shudders and coughs as the glob of milky semen trickles down her nose and over her fluttering lips.

"Oh my God, Kyle." Monica leans her head against your thigh her hands still firmly clasped behind her back. "I've never done it like that before." You pull her to her feet and hold her softly in your arms.

"Did you like it though?" you ask gently, "I got a little carried away."