POV : Hawk Tuah – Spit on that Thang – September Contest

The salty tang of her spit dripped down his shaft as Hawk Tuah, the sultry seminude beauty, knelt before me. Her almond eyes flicked up to meet mine, a teasing glint in their dark depths. A coy smile played at the corners of her full, glistening lips. With a delicate hand, she took my throbbing member and gave it a slow, sensual stroke, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head.

“Did you like watching me, baby?” she purred, her voice a velvety caress. “Did you like seeing my pretty little mouth stretched around your big, hard cock?”

I groaned, my grip tightening on the camera, bringing it closer to capture every debauched moment. My desire for her was a visible bulge now, straining against my jeans. She shimmied her hips, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle as she pumped me faster.

“Mmm, you’re so hard,” she murmured appreciatively, “I think you need some…attention.”

Lowering her head, she dragged her tongue up my length, starting at the base. She lavished every inch with broad, flat licks, paying special attention to the swollen glans. My whole body shuddered at the wet heat of her mouth. Moisture leaked from the tip, mixing with her saliva.

Hawk skillfully spat on the head of my cock, lubricating it further. She dipped her finger in the sticky strands and worked it into the slit, teasing the bundle of nerves. A deep, guttural moan escaped my lips. My vision blurred with pleasure.

“Fuck, Hawk, you’re driving me crazy,” I growled.

She made a soft, tsking noise. “Now, now, baby. No need to get so worked up. We’re just started.”

Hawk grasped my shaft with both hands and aimed it at her face. Her tongue flicked out, catching a bead of precum. She growled in delight, savoring the taste. Then, opening her mouth wide, she caught the head, sucking on it like a tasty morsel.

I watched, transfixed, as inch by inch, she took me deeper. Her throat convulsed around my length, squeezing, milking. Wet squelching noises filled the room as she set up a steady pace, bobbing her head. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her full breasts. Sticky strands coated her chest. My cock glistened with her saliva.

“So big,” she gagged, pulling off to catch her breath. Drool dripped from her lips as she talked. “Fits so good in my mouth. God, you fill me up so much.”

Her hands continued to pump, working in tandem with her mouth. She varied her speed – fast and frenzied, then slow and deliberate. I lost myself in the sensation, my hips rocking instinctively, fucking her face. Saliva sprayed everywhere as she deep throated me, my swollen cockhead hitting the back of her tonsils.

“Gonna cum,” I warned, my balls drawing up tight.

Hawk’s eyes widened, a wicked gleam in their depths. She doubled her efforts, slurping noisily, rubbing her tits against my thighs. Spittle flew as she sucked hard, desperate for my load.

My vision whited out and I let out a hoarse cry as I erupted, my cock pulsing, shooting jets of hot cum into her waiting mouth. She gulped it down greedily, but there was too much. The excess dribbled out the corners of her stretched lips, sliding down her chin, splattering onto her breasts.

When I was finally spent, Hawk slowly pulled off, letting my softening member slip from her lips with a wet pop. Drool and cum coated her face. She scooped some up with her finger and licked it clean, a satisfied purr escaping her throat.

“Mmm, you taste so good, baby. But you know what would make you taste even better?”

She took my cock and pointed it at her face, angling it just right. Her rosy pink tongue extending, poised. A slow stream of spit dripped from the tip.

“A little spit roast action,” she purred. “Think you’re up for that, stud?”

I grinned, taking the challenge. My cock had barely gone down. Twice in one evening wasn’t out of the question.

Hawk grabbed the camera, angling it to capture her debauchery. She put on a lewd show, spitting on my shaft over and over, rubbing the sticky strands in, purring with delight. Between strokes, she took long, arching licks, collecting up the spoils. Her saliva coated my skin, making me slick and wet.

“Come on, baby,” she encouraged, pumping me rapidly, the slapping sound of skin echoing through the room. “Get nice and hard again for me. I want you snug in my throat.”

The heat and buildup of pleasure and pressure was getting overwhelming – and fast. My cock strained to its full, aching hardness once more. The desperate need to come back was building, my balls churning with another imminent release.

Hawk didn’t let up. She panted between long sucks on the head, drool dribbling down her chin, her hand blurring as she stroked. I took over, my hips pumping, fucking her pretty face relentlessly. Spit splattered everywhere as I used her mouth. Ropes of precum sprayed her lips and tongue.

“Fuck, Hawk, I’m close,” I warned again.

She released me with a wet pop, a triumphant grin spreading across her puffy lips. She shuffled over to the bed and got on all fours, tossing me the camera.

“C’mon, stud, let’s give them a show. You’re going to fuck my face and then paint my tits. I want to be covered in your cum.” She added a little moan of encouragement. “Mmmm, give it to me good.”

Uh-oh, Hawk’s getting horny! Better spit in it, stud!