Told Him About My Cumwalk… We Just Had to Do It Again [Facial]

The minute I spit out the words “cumwalk,” his eyes glazed over with lust, and I knew we were in for a filthy night. I’d been bragging about my dream, where I’d hiked up my skirt and paraded my dripping cunt right across the living room floor, leaving a slick trail of my juices behind. His cock hardened instantly, straining against his jeans. I could see the precum already glistening at the tip. I licked my lips, imagining the taste, and he growled, “Fuck, let’s do it.” He yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and slammed me down on the bed. My skirt was ripped up, and he dove face-first into my pussy, his tongue lapping up my wetness like a starving man. I moaned, bucking against his mouth, feeling his rough stubble scrape against my inner thighs. He sucked and licked, his fingers digging into my ass, leaving bruises. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing, and then he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate. He stood over me, stroking his cock, and I knew what was coming. I opened my mouth wide, ready to take his load, but he had other plans. He moved up, positioning his dick right above my face, and with a grunt, he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto my cheeks, my chin, and right into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily, but some of it dripped down, mixing with my saliva. He smirked, satisfied, and I knew we were far from done.