Morning coffee and +20cm dick with the balcony door open. Cumsover table!

The room is a mess, clothes strewn across the floor. My cock was already hard, throbbing like a dull ache, when I brought her to the dining table. She was bent over, her naked tits squashed against the cold wood, ass in the air, ripe for the fucking. Her asshole was puckered, tight, and I couldn’t resist the urge to spit on it, rubbing the saliva in with my thumb. Next, I grabbed the coffee mug from the table, empty save for the dregs, and poured the remnants over her back, watching the liquid drip down her spine, pooling in the small of her back. I pressed my cock against her asshole, the thick head pushing in slow, her tightness enveloping me.

Her moans filled the room, mingling with the distant sounds of the city outside the open balcony door. I started to fuck her asshole, each thrust forcing a grunt from deep within her. She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks wider, begging for more. I obliged, my hips slapping against her, the sound raw and filthy. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building. I pulled out, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back. She opened her mouth, and I came hard, my cock pulsing, ropes of cum shooting across her face, dripping down her chin, coating her tits. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, her eyes never leaving mine, hungry for more.