Face Drenched

I was minding my own business, bored out of my mind at work, just like every day, counting the minutes until I get to go home.

But without trying, I thought of Brent and it flipped a switch in my body. I thought about how it feels to be with him and I went from nothing to absolutely feral in no time at all.

I didn’t text him, I didn’t care. I knew what I wanted and I had to have him.

For the last hour of the day I sat there at my desk thinking about him. I needed his cum, that enormous load. I didn’t need him to fuck me. I didn’t need to suck his cock.

I needed his cum.

I needed to feel how hard he cums.

I needed the heat of his cum on my skin.

I needed to be drenched in it.

I almost texted him and told him that he needed to be on the edge of cumming when I got there. I imagined walking in, his cock in his hand, slick with precum. Tearing my clothes off. Dropping to my knees. Him standing over me…

I held back though. I didn’t want to text him. I wanted to be there with him, to show him how needy I was, to let him feel how much his cum means to me.

By the end of the work day I was a wreck.

On my way over to his place I had another idea. I wanted to pull my pants down before I knocked and let him open the door to his cumslut with two fingers in her soaked cunt.

I said I was feral. I meant it.

Feral enough that, even though I couldn’t pull my pants down out there in the open, I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand inside before I knocked.

He opened the door and I let out a shuddering, panting breath.

I know how to get what I want.

He laughed. At me. Or because he knows he’s the luckiest guy in the world.

There’s never any doubt about why I’m at his place so we usually get right to it.

“I need your cum.” I said I was a wreck earlier. I meant it. A soaked, panting, cum-desperate wreck.

I took my top off and dropped it on the floor.

I don’t always get naked with him when I just need to suck his cock, when I just need his cum, but like I said. feral. whore.

I dropped to my knees. I didn’t even need his cock. I just had to have his cum. It flashed in my mind, on my knees fucking myself, begging for his cum without touching him, watching him jerking himself off, cumming for him, and then…

But my mouth is needy.

Panting breaths, spitting on his cock, slurping, taking it all the way down, fucking my mouth on his dick. I couldn’t get enough.

He was immediately groaning, trying to hold back. iI’s so cute how he tries so hard when I know how easy it is for him to let it go, to get the relief he needs from his heavy balls.

I spit on his cock, looking up at him. “You’re gonna fucking cum all over me.”

I touched myself, a finger inside, then two, fucking myself while I sucked him.

Pulling back just long enough to pant, “I need it so fucking bad.”

“Cum on me.”

His hands were in my hair, and he pulled back just a bit. “Fuck. Kylie.” Like he couldn’t believe what had gotten into me.

I grinned up at him. Curling my fingers inside myself, panting breaths. We could both hear how soaked I was.

“Give it to me.”

He nodded. I throated his dick, and his hands wrapped in my hair, holding me down. I swallowed around his cock, squeezing him with my throat. I pulled back, my thick spit on his cock, dripping off my chin.

“Cum on me. I want it on my face. All of it.”

I needed it so bad. Not on my tits. On my face. I wanted to feel it. I wanted Brent to look at me and see his cumslut on her knees, her face covered in his cum.

He groaned, that deep sexy groan, and I knew he was ready.

“Please. Fuck. Cum on my face.” The sound of my fingers fucking my soaked cunt.

He was so ready.

I needed it so fucking badly

He groaned again. I looked up at him.

That handsome man standing over me, his dumb little slut Kylie who needs to be drenched in cum.

He came. That huge glorious fucking orgasm. That huge flood of cum that happens all at once. On my face. The fucking heat of it. The strength of it. He cums so hard, so very very much. Just drenching my face.

I love watching him cum but my eyes were closed. I only felt it.

Ropes, ropes, ropes of his fucking cum.

I kept fucking myself right through it. And then I came. I came so fucking hard. Crying out.

“Holy fuck. Kylie.”

I tried to catch my breath. On my knees, my orgasm washing through me. Unable to open my eyes. Drenched in cum.

It was messy, but I’m looking at the pic now and it was just what I craved. My face coated in cum, dripping off my chin. It was in my hair. I didn’t even care. It’s just a hazard of being such a horny bitch.