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“If you keep doing that,” Mark warned. “I’m going to fire off early.”
With her eyes still on his face, Cindy chuckled and continued stroking his stiff shaft. She pumped him firmly, twisting her wrist as her hand moved back and forth.
“Oh, you want me to come all over you?”
“Mm-hm . . . ” She pumped her hand even faster; his hips started to tilt. She lifted her free hand to cradle his balls, rolling them around carefully as she stroked his cockhead.
Mark groaned. “Yes, yes, yes . . . ” His small hip-thrusts grew deeper.
“Uh-huh? You like that?”
“Oh, yes . . . mmm . . . ”
His shaft was hard and hot in her blurring hand.
“Oh, fuck!” A heavy splash of cum landed on her cheek. “Fuuuck!” A second splash hit her chin. Mark shuddered and groaned. His breathing became quick and shallow. His thrusting slowed; his hands urged hers back and forth, at least for a few more strokes. And then he shuddered, pulling his hips back. Thick liquid slid over her chin and onto her neck. Above her, Mark had his eyes tightly closed, and failed to notice the mess.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . ” he muttered.
“Neeb a pishhoo,” Cindy mumbled. Thick cum trickled past her lips and slid down her jaw to pool in the hollow of her throat.
“What, what did you say?” Mark asked, peeling open his eyes.
“Pishoo!” Cindy mumbled, struggling to keep her lips closed. Her chin was a sticky mess, and now her fingers were coated with the thick and slippery goo.
“You want a tissue?”
“Yesh. Pleash.”
“Sorry, sorry. Here!” He tugged a wad of tissues from a box beside the bed and handed them to Cindy. He pulled more out, then pressed them to her neck. “Hell, it’s gone everywhere.”
Cindy wasn’t squeamish about playing with cum, but she’d never enjoyed having her face covered in the stuff. She wiped down her chin and the underside of her jaw.
“There was a lot of it, wasn’t there?” he conceded.
“More than I’m used to,” Cindy admitted.
“You’re secretly pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I did warn you I’d come if you kept doing what you were doing to me.”
She nodded. “You did warn me.” Her gaze found his still-swollen cock. “Now, is that monster ready for more?”
“I’ll . . . go and get a condom. Don’t go away, will you?”
“I’ll be right here,” she reached between her legs, “warming up.”
Mark was back within a minute. Cindy rolled onto her side and propped up her head with a hand as she watched him open the square packet, then withdraw the latex condom. He almost dropped it.
“Slippery, aren’t they?” he commented.
“Not as slippery as I am.” Her free hand was still between her legs. She tapped three fingers against her lips, making wet clicking noises. “I’m so horny right now. I need you inside me, Mark. I need you to make love to me.”
She rolled onto her back and beckoned to him. “Come here, big boy.” She spread her legs wide and used her flattened hand to stroke her slippery lips, parting them with her fingers. Mark smiled and shuffled himself between her knees, then settled on top of her, pressing his lips to her neck. His weight pressed her into the mattress, effectively trapping her. But being pinned down thrilled her on a primal level, as did the length of rubber sticking to her upper thigh. It was only an inch away from touching her sensitive lips. Even through the rubber, his erection was hot.
“I want you,” she said in a low voice. “I want you inside me.”
