Kitchen Phonesex- Ashley becomes a fleshlight Pt2

His hands gripped my shoulders tightly as he shoved me down to the floor. My tits’ were bouncing and jiggling as my knees hit the kitchen floor. I looked up at him as if I was a confused puppy, only to be met face to face with his rock-hard, throbbing cock. I felt his fingers winding deep into my hair. Opening my mouth, I exposed my tongue to him, waiting no, begging for him to use my mouth as if I was his fleshlight. Could I possibly take every single inch down my throat? His plump, swollen head teases my tongue. Drool dribbles down my chin, glazing my breast. Grabbing a fist full of my hair he then guides my head down the shaft of his 7-inch cock.

Gagging as he face fucks me right there in the kitchen.

I place my hands against his stomach. Being a personal fleshlight? What a fucking treat. I can taste him oozing precum inside my mouth. With his free hand, he wraps his fingers around the shaft of his throbbing soaking wet member. Sliding himself out of my throat, a stream of saliva runs between my tits. “Hold them together for me,” he demanded. How could I not? Pressing my hands into the sides of my tittys, he used my drool as lube, Gliding himself between my breasts. With each stroke, the tip would expose itself to me. Bending my head down, I wrapped my lips around that plump bulging head.

His hands held the back of my head as he began stroking faster.

His cock slides in and out of my tittys as I suckle his tip. I feel him hardening, getting stiffer, throbbing as he yanks his pulsing cock from between my dripping wet tits. Placing his hand underneath the head, stroking himself, a load explodes on my face. Dripping down my chin, across my body, and gliding between the crevice of my tits. A nut this delicious can not be wasted. Using my hand, I scoop his cum from my body. Lapping up every drop. Looking up at him with a smile, I can see him still hard, still throbbing.

 

Kitchen Phonesex- Ashley becomes a fleshlight Pt2

 

His face tells me he has not finished with me.

Obviously after he catches his breath, his begin hands reach down, gripping me under my arms and bringing me up to my feet. Making his way down my body, his hands found themselves grasping my tight, supple ass. In a swift movement, he lifts me, sitting me on the dining room table. Grabbing my face, he pushes me back, laying me down flat.

I am trembling.

What will he do to me, I wonder. Will he fuck me right here on the table? A puddle forms beneath me. Dripping, trembling, and begging for his still hard cock to fuck me like the good little whore I know I am. He smiles down at me. He pushes my thighs apart, and his face disappears. A firm wet tongue slides between my lips as a soft moan fills the room. His tongue circled my clit, my legs quivering around him. The puddle grew bigger, trickling down the edge of the table. Firm fingers shoved deep inside me. My pussy pulsing around his stiff fingers as he sucks my clit. “fuck,” I groan out to him, “I’m going to cum.” He stops. Looking down at him, confused, with begging and pleading eyes, I wonder why he stopped seconds before I was about to drown him in my cum.

IS HE EDGING ME?

No, he must want me to beg. I plead with him, begging him for his cock to fill my tight, wet hole. Then I feel the tip of his pulsing cock slide into me with ease. With every deep thrust, I feel my pussy getting tighter, getting closer. Closer to spraying him. He is stroking me faster now, harder. Oh my god, I’m cumming. Squirt sprays out of my pussy soaking him, as he digs his cock deep inside me I feel him pulsing. Leaving my little cunt satisfied and filled with cum.

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