Read 40710 times |
Rated 67.4 % |
(144 votes)
Please cum on my face. Bhabhi I cry and howl in pleasure and pain, the sensations somehow blending into a force that overwhelms me. A third burst finally finds the target and flies directly into my mouth, coating my tongue and drooling over my lower lip onto my chin. I suck gently as you hang over me panting, sitting lightly on my abdomen, and supported by your arms extended above my head. But I don’t want it just yet. Introduction:
This story rose unbidden from my unconscious mind during a heated exchange with an on-line lover. Here is one way I think it might happen. “Well, Susan,” you say, “Do you feel adequately punished for being such a bad girl?”
“Oh, yes, sir. Your cum keeps jetting out at me in a series of smaller spurts, amazing me with the quantity.
