Incredible Longest and Largest squirting orgasm full of liquid
As the camera pans over the dimly lit room, the soft florescent lights flicker ominously, casting long shadows across the floor. In the center of the room sits a plush leather couch, in front of which kneels a submissive male, his head bowed in anticipation. Behind him stands his Mistress, an intimidating figure clothed in tight black latex that hugs her every curve.
“Well, well, look who’s decided to grace me with his presence,” she purrs, circling him like a panther stalking its prey. She trails a finger along his cheek, tilting his chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re awfully eager to taste my divine nectar, aren’t you? To feel it gushing down your throat, choking you with its delicious warmth?”
He nods, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She smirks, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. “Then you better put that tongue of yours to good use.”
With a wicked grin, she straddles his face, the damp patch on her latex panties clearly visible. She grinds down, rubbing her arousal against his face, forcing him to inhale her musky scent. “That’s it, worship your mistress’ pussy,” she demands, her voice thick with arousal. Her hands find his hair, gripping it roughly as she humps his face.
He obeys, parting her pants to reveal her swollen pink folds, glistening with arousal. He laps at her eagerly, relishing the taste of her essence on his tongue. She dearer screams, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. “Fuck yes, just like that,” she moans, her hips bucking wildly against his face.
He delves his tongue deeper, flicking it over her sensitive pearl, eliciting a guttural moan from her lips. Her grip on his hair tightens, painfully so, but the discomfort only serves to fuel his arousal. He continues his onslaught, driving her closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
Suddenly, her body tenses, a silent scream tearing from her throat as a tsunami of liquid gushes from her core, drenching his face and chest. It’s a deluge unlike any he’s experienced before, the sheer volume taking him by surprise. He gulps, swallowing as much as he can, but it’s a futile effort. The force is overwhelming, streaming down his chin and onto his clothes.
She rides out her orgasm, shrieking obscenities as he continues to lap at her, ensuring she’s milked every last drop. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the gushing subsides, replaced by a dribble of her nectar. She sags against him, spent and satisfied.
“Good boy,” she purrs, lifting herself off his drenched face. “You’ve pleased your mistress well.” She steps back, admiring her handy work. His face is glistening, streaks of her essence running down his cheeks. She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “Now, clean yourself up. You’ve earned a reward.”
With that, she leaves him to it, sauntering away, her latex-clad ass swaying seductively. He watches her go, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows this is only the beginning, a taste of the pleasure and pain she has in store for him. And he can’t wait.
