[CAR-001] Ducha eufórica: abundante líquido en mi cara

Her eyes were wild with lust as she climbed onto my chest, her wet cunt dripping onto my stomach. ‘You want it, don’t you?’ she hissed, grabbing my hair and forcing my head back. I moaned in response, my cock throbbing as she positioned her pussy over my face. ‘Open wide, you filthy slut.’ I obeyed, and she lowered herself onto my mouth, grinding her clit against my tongue as I licked and sucked. She tasted like heaven and sin mixed together, her juices flooding my senses.

Then she pulled away, leaving me gasping for air, and I saw the cum – thick ropes of it, still dripping from her stretched hole. She laughed, a cruel, beautiful sound, and aimed her pussy at my face. ‘You’ve been such a good boy, now take your reward.’ The first shot hit my lips, salty and warm, and I opened my mouth to catch more. She squirted again and again, painting my cheeks, my nose, my closed eyes with her cream. I was drowning in her, my own cock aching as I lapped up what I could reach.

When she finally finished, she sat back, admiring her work. My face was a mess of cum, sticky and wet. She leaned down and licked a trail from my chin to my forehead. ‘You’re mine now,’ she whispered, and I knew it was true. I would do anything to feel her splash happiness on my face again.