He sits on her face, the backs of his thighs corralling her breasts, and she laps her tongue along the tender skin between his ass cheeks, running the tip of her pointed tongue in decisive loops around the asterisk. Meanwhile, she slides her hand up his well-lubed cock, then twists her palm over the head – fingers cupped snug – before bringing her hand down again.
She gently works her tongue into him, despite the muscular resistance, and as she wavers it slightly, his cock throbs so big it forces her fingers to spread. It feels hot against her palm.
When he cums, ejaculate arcs into the air, rope after rope, and much of it falls on her chest and stomach. When they lay together afterwards, he fingerpaints the cum on her flesh.
“That was awesome,” she smiles up toward the ceiling. “Jesus.”
“I’m starving, though,” he says. “Let’s take a nap and go out for Mexican food.”
A few moments pass, then she pads naked to the bathroom and brushes her teeth twice.
