Nach dem Bums wichst er über ihr Gesicht und ihr Haar

The sunbeams danced across her naked skin as she lay sprawled on the bed, her blonde locks splayed out like a golden halo. Her face was flushed, her eyes still glazed over with the afterglow of passion. The sheets were a tangled mess, a testament to the intense lovemaking that had transpired mere moments ago.

He stood over her, his virile form bathed in the soft morning light. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a hint of something naughty brewing in his mind. He reached down, grabbing the base of his throbbing cock, already hard again despite the intense eruption he’d experienced just minutes earlier.

She watched him with hooded eyes, a coy smile playing on her full, kissable lips. She knew that look all too well, had felt the sting of his virility on more than one occasion. But she was always ready, always eager to oblige him.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her face, his thick shaft bobbing mere inches from her mouth. She could smell his musk, feel the heat radiating off his body. It made her shiver with anticipation.

“Can you take it all, baby?” he asked, his voice low and husky with desire.

She nodded, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “I can take anything you give me,” she purred, her words muffled by the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her cheek.

He smirked, his fingers tightening around his shaft. He rubbed the tip against her lips, smearing them with a pearl of pre-cum. “Open wide, sweetheart. I’m going to give you a nice, deep throat fuck.”

She opened her mouth, her tongue sliding out to welcome him. He pushed forward, entering her hot, wet mouth inch by thick inch. She gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t protest, didn’t try to pull away. She wanted this, wanted to feel every throbbing inch of him claim her.

He began to thrust, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. He watched as her throat bulged with each push, his cock disappearing deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. The sight was mesmerizing, the feel of her velvet walls squeezing him was heavenly.

Her nose brushed against his pelvis with each thrust, her muffled moans vibrating around his shaft. She ran her tongue along the underside, applying just the right amount of pressure against his sensitive glands. It was pure bliss, a sensation that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body.

He fucked her face harder, his own moans now joining the symphony. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. He was lost in a haze of lust, his primal instincts taking control.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her mascara running in black rivulets. Spit dripped down her chin, pooling on her breasts. She was a mess, a debauched vision of sexual depravity. And yet, she looked stunning, her beauty somehow magnified by the act.

His balls tightened, the telltale signs of his impending release coursing through him. He gripped her head tighter, holding her steady as he drove into her with wild abandon. He could feel it building, the pressure coiling in his stomach, his loins.

With a roar that shook the room, he exploded. His cock jerked and spat, painting her tonsils with thick ropes of cum. It was endless, his balls emptying themselves into her gullet. She gulped and swallowed, her throat working overtime to take it all.

As his orgasm subsided, he slid out of her mouth, his spent member slapping against her cheek. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her face a mask of cum and saliva. She looked up at him with adoring eyes, a deviant smile on her face.

He grinned, a primal, satisfied grin. He knew she loved it, loved being his little cockslut, his personal fucktoy. And he loved giving it to her, loved seeing her debased and used, covered in his essence.

He reached down, scooping up some of the cum that had dribbled down her chin. He smeared it across her lips, then slid his fingers into her mouth, letting her taste his offering. She suckled greedily, her eyes never leaving his.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with masculine pride. “Now, flip onto your stomach. I’m not done with you yet.”