Sometimes we’re mid fuck and he puts two pillows at the edge of the bed and flips me on my back. I know he’s about to pound my wide open mouth upside down, angling past my gag reflex and into my torso somewhere.
He expertly, roughly grabs my forehead and neck with his two hands and thrusts into my wet face while I lie there and writhe, my gleaming puss humping the air.
When he smashes my mouth with his dick like that, the spit pools in my throat while I glug, and I eventually need a teeensy break. But I’m a multi-tasker who believes in active recovery. While I collect myself, I also suck and flick his balls, the sloppy sloshing sounds accompanied both by his groans and the sound of his hand.
It’s one of my favorite, most depraved things. He jacks off looking at my body, cock soaked with my thickest spit, unable to see my buried face because it’s full of balls. The smell of sex, looking into his asshole I tongue when I get the angle right, feeling my own spit fly back into my tits– heaven.
If I’m lucky, he blows all over me like that, like he did yesterday.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m18yyq/if_im_lucky_fm