Sticky Facial

It was getting late, but I wanted to get one more load from him before the night ended. This time, I planned to let him finish on my face. From our conversations earlier, I knew he’d never done that before, and I was determined to leave an impression that would bring him back for more. After all, what 19-year-old could resist a slutty older woman who did everything they’d only ever seen in porn?

Once we finished our drinks and caught our breath from the intense ass-fucking, I decided it was time to drain him one last time. We started kissing again, hands exploring each other, building that electric tension. It didn’t take much—he was already hard and ready. As he began to climb on top of me, I gently stopped him and told him to stand up. He obeyed without hesitation, and I knelt before him, his cock standing proudly in front of my face.

I started slowly, teasing his balls with my tongue, sucking each one while making exaggerated, wet slurping noises that filled the room. My tongue traveled up his shaft, leaving a trail of saliva as I looked up at him with a smirk. His hand rested on my head, and he groaned softly, clearly enjoying the sight of me working him over. Then I swallowed him whole, taking his cock down to the hilt, his deep groan confirming how good it felt.

Grabbing both his hands, I placed them firmly on my head, and he got the hint. His hips began to move, slowly at first, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Saliva dripped from my lips, down my chin, and onto my tits, where I rubbed it into my nipples, the sensation only adding to my pleasure. My free hand found my clit, and I began to rub myself as he fucked my mouth, his groans growing louder at the filthy scene in front of him.

I tightened my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, creating the sensation of a tight, wet hole. The room was filled with the sound of slurping and groaning as we both lost ourselves in the moment. “Nearly there,” he muttered breathlessly. Taking over, I gripped his balls tightly with one hand while deep-throating him, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge.

Moments later, I felt him tense, and I pulled back just in time to watch. Thick, hot streams of cum erupted from his cock, splashing across my face. Four heavy jets painted my cheeks and chin, dripping down onto my tits. “Bloody hell, that was amazing,” Oliver gasped, his voice still shaky. I looked up at him, my face a sticky mess, and took his cock back into my mouth for a few final sucks, sending shudders through his body as he twitched with sensitivity.

Leaning back, I scooped his cum off my face with a finger and slid it into my mouth, savoring the taste. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching in awe as I massaged the remaining cum into my tits and even rubbed some into my pussy. “Jesus, you’re amazing,” he murmured, trying to catch his breath. “I’ve never cum four times in one night, but somehow you managed it. Not surprising, considering what you’ve done to me.”

I smiled, blowing him a playful kiss before heading to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, we chatted for a while longer, but when Oliver checked his watch, it was already 11 p.m. “I’d better head out,” he said reluctantly. I threw on my robe while he got dressed, and we made our way downstairs. At the door, we hugged and kissed one last time.

“See you at the gym tomorrow?” he asked. I nodded, a sly smile playing on my lips. With that, he was gone.

After locking the door, I headed upstairs to get ready for bed. As I slipped under the covers, Carl came into the room. He was already undressed and rock hard. “Now it’s my turn,” he said with a grin. Let’s just say he gave me a thorough filling that night—Carl always gets turned on hearing me get hammered, even more so when he gets to watch. After our marital fun, we both fell asleep, completely satisfied.