Squirting phone sex is messy for the watcher too

Squirting phone sexI was satisfied with my squirting phone sex experience, the wealthy helping of steaming hot cum sinking into my pussy at the end of my boyfriend’s irresistible hammering. His seed burrowed, threatened my ovum, made a real argument about going again and then inevitably ended up with a nice warm tingly feeling flowing over my whole body. To say I was good would be an understatement. What wasn’t good, was the twerp we’d tied up to make watch after he’d been brought here thinking he was going to get a piece of me. He was hard as a rock, tears in his eyes, a frankly concerning amount of muttering and actually pretty sizable. I thought about blowing him but honestly, well, actually… “Hey, nerd.” I started, getting his attention while I smirked. “I’ll blow you if you blow my boyfriend first.” I saw his teen phone sex brain come to a crash, like a really bad computer trying to download all the porn off the internet all at once. There just wasn’t enough brain left for him to brain, so I looked to my boyfriend who quickly got the hint. His cock was still out, so it wasn’t hard for him to walk over and smack his thick dick against the boy’s lips. His dick was still soaked with a mix of virile cum and my overflowing juices. I’m a bit of a squirter in the right situation and that meant there was more than enough fluid around to make that man meat smell like pussy. I think he was too stunned to really get what was going on, too lost in the moment to understand, but the smell of my pussy got him to open his mouth and that’s all my boytoy needed to grab the back of his head and start wrecking his teen slut porn throat.

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