Beautiful Girl with Big Breasts Likes to Swallow Cum like Milk

Title: The Saucy Tale of a Curvaceous Cum Sluppet

In the bustling metropolis of Mammoth City, there lived a raven-haired beauty named Crystal. With her voluptuous figure, pert breasts, and luscious lips, she was the talk of the town. But Crystal had a secret fetish, one that made her the envy of every horny male in a 50-mile radius – she loved to swallow cum like a connoisseur savors fine wine.

One fateful evening, Crystal decided to indulge her craving. She sauntered into her favourite neighbourhood bar, The Sperm Bank, dressed to kill in a tiny crop top that barely contained her ample bosom and denim cutoffs that left little to the imagination.

As she sashayed to the counter, every eye in the bar followed her swaying hips. Crystal plopped her delectable ass onto a barstool and beckoned the bartender with a crooked finger. “Give me the biggest, creamiest load you’ve got,” she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

The bartender, a muscular man with a raging hard-on in his tight pants, grinned. “One jumbo cumshot, coming right up.” He grabbed a tall glass and began pumping vigorously.

Crystal licked her lips in anticipation. The bartender whipped out his hefty cock and stroked it with gusto. A pearly stream of spunk spurted into the glass, quickly rising to the brim. “Mmm, that looks tasty,” Crystal cooed. She leaned over the bar, wrapped her lips around the rim, and began gulping down the thick, salty cream.

Men all around the bar goggled at the erotic display. Crystal made eye contact with each one as she slurped and swallowed, her throat undulating with each greedy gulp. The bar fell silent except for her lewd slurping and smacking noises. Her glass remained perpetually full as dozens of patrons eagerly added their creamy contributions.

Crystal savoured every last drop of cum, smacking her lips in satisfaction. Even after polishing off countless swollen loads, her nipples remained hard as diamonds tenting her flimsy top. She needed more.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and enormeous breasts bounced free as she was pulled off her stool. “Hey bitch, how about sucking MY cock?” growled a hulking biker with a menacing scowl and a foot-long rod in his hand. His buddies snickered and took out their own impressive erections.

Crystal rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a giggle. These guys were f**king savages – just the way she liked them! She dropped to her knees, the biker’s salty rod less than an inch from her lips.

The biker grabbed Crystal’s head and pushed his engorged cock hilt-deep into her eager mouth. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the musky scent of pure, unrefined ball batter. She began bobbing her head, sucking greedily and slurping spittle noisily.

The biker roughly thrust into Crystal’s gullet, using her face like a fleshlight. His newly unshackled buddies flanked her, beating their meat inches from her chin. Intense pleasure coursed through Crystal’s veins as she prepared for an oral barrage of phallic baptisms.

The first bikers groaned, painting Crystal’s face with a Rothkoesque splatter of creamy abstract expressionism. She lapped at it like a cat, not allowing a single drop to go to waste. Her tongue darted out to catch the stray spurt, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

onis erupt in a symphony spraying ropes of jizz .Gooey dollops and sticky tendrils splattered all over Crystal – coating her face, drenching her hair, and gluing her top to her voluptuous boobs like a cum-soaked toga. The biker milkmen looked on with satisfied grins as Crystal reveled in her euphoric post-orgasmic haze.

Crystal licked her lips clean with a contented purr. “Mmm, that hit the spot!” she purred, popping the biker’s softening member from her lips with a wet smack. Eager hands helped her to her feet, wiping the mess away with a towel and passing her a steaming cup of cocoa (a biker’s pauper’s treatment for a lady of Crystal’s standing).

With an hourglass triumphal strut, Crystal strutted out of The Sperm Bank, leaving a train of shell-shocked and satiated men in her wake. She gave them a playful wink over her shoulder as she disappeared into the night, already planning the next installment to her spunk-swallowing adventures. Life was good.