Cumshot in my mouth. A selection of sperm in the mouth
The camera was rolling, POV style, as the stud moved in closer, his stiff erection throbbing mere inches from my face. I wet my lips in anticipation, savoring the musky scent of his arousal. My heart raced, both excited and nervous – but there was no turning back now. I had dared this dominant man to blow his load directly into my mouth, and he was more than ready to oblige.
His thumb traced along my lower lip as he grunted, “Open wide, slut. Get ready for your rewards.” I obeyed, parting my lips and extending my tongue, eyes locked with his intense gaze. He grinned wickedly, one hand stroking his thick shaft. I could see the veins pulsing along the turgid length, the swollen head glistening with precum. He was painfully erect, clearly worked up by my provocative words and submissive demeanor.
My breath caught as his other hand gripped my hair, pulling my head forward slightly. He rubbed the blunt tip of his cock across my wet tongue, letting me taste his essence. I moaned at the salty-sweet flavor, my pussy clenching at the lewd act. He was securing his claim, marking me as his to use.
Then with a faint groan, he began to stroke faster, his shaft throbbing against my tongue. I stayed as still as possible, lips wrapped around his cockhead, bracing myself for what was to come. My pulse pounded in my ears as his breathing turned ragged, his climax building fast.
Suddenly, he stiffened, his grip tight on my hair. “Here it comes, you cum-hungry whore,” he growled. “Take it all.” Shuddering, he pressed the tip of his cock hard against my tongue and erupted, his hot seed hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed rapidly, eyes watering from the sudden onslaught. Spurts of his musky cream filled my mouth, sliding down my throat, the erotic taste pure and primal. I reveled in the feeling of being bred, used, marked inside and out by this virile man. My dirty slut mask slid into place and I took every drop he had to give, my eyes locking with his as I savored the intimate act.
When he finally stopped cumming, he pulled me in close and kissed me, tongue delving into my mouth to taste himself. He growled approvingly at my wanton participation, our breath mingling as we made out sloppily, lips and cheeks slick with his spunk.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised breathlessly, nipping at my lower lip. “Such a cock-hungry little cumslut. You loved every second of being used like that, didn’t you?”
I nodded eagerly, my core still pulsing with need. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for feeding me your delicious seed. I’m always hungry for more of you.”
He chuckled darkly, one hand playing with a lock of my hair. “Greedy thing. Don’t worry, I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
His words made me shiver, thoughts racing with all the depraved ways he could put me to use. And I would relish every salacious second, eager to please my new dominant partner and receive his bountiful donations of cream. With a moan of gratitude, I sealed my lips over his again, tasting the last traces of his cum on our shared breath. This was going to be one fucked up and fantastically naughty night…
