Vivianne DeSilva just walked in on you pumping your cock like some filthy animal. She doesn’t even pretend to look away. That smirk hits her lips first, then she steps closer, eyes locked on your dick. “Keep going,” she tells you, already sliding a hand under her top to toy with a nipple. “Faster. Yeah, just like that.” She pulls her tits out, heavy and bare, and you feel every stroke hit different now. “Spit on it. Make it nice and sloppy. That’s it, good boy. Show me how you like it.” Vivianne climbs onto the bed, knees on either side of your hips, so her pussy hovers right above your face. You can smell how wet she is. “Jerk it for me,” she says, voice low. “I want to watch you lose it.” Her fingers dip between her legs; two of them disappear inside her and come out shiny. She drags the wet digits across your lips. “Taste.” You keep pumping, hips lifting off the mattress, eyes glued to her cunt. “Edge it. Stop right before you come. Feel that ache? That’s me owning you right now.” She slides two fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean while your cock throbs in your grip. Vivianne laughs—short, filthy, proud. “Now finish. Stroke that dick hard. I want to see you paint your stomach.” She’s rubbing her clit in tight circles above your face, breath quickening with yours. The second your balls tighten, she leans in and spits on the head, warm and sudden. “Come for me.” Your fist flies. One, two, three strokes and you explode—thick ropes hitting your chest, your abs, even your chin. Vivianne moans softly, still circling her clit, watching you twitch. She drags two fingers through your load and sucks them clean. “Good boy,” she whispers, then sits on your face like it’s the most natural next step.
Vivianne DeSilva just walked in on you pumping your cock like some filthy animal. She doesn’t even pretend to look away. That smirk hits her lips first, then she steps closer, eyes locked on your dick. “Keep going,” she tells you, already sliding a hand under her top to toy with a nipple. “Faster. Yeah, just like that.” She pulls her tits out, heavy and bare, and you feel every stroke hit different now. “Spit on it. Make it nice and sloppy. That’s it, good boy. Show me how you like it.” Vivianne climbs onto the bed, knees on either side of your hips, so her pussy hovers right above your face. You can smell how wet she is. “Jerk it for me,” she says, voice low. “I want to watch you lose it.” Her fingers dip between her legs; two of them disappear inside her and come out shiny. She drags the wet digits across your lips. “Taste.” You keep pumping, hips lifting off the mattress, eyes glued to her cunt. “Edge it. Stop right before you come. Feel that ache? That’s me owning you right now.” She slides two fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean while your cock throbs in your grip. Vivianne laughs—short, filthy, proud. “Now finish. Stroke that dick hard. I want to see you paint your stomach.” She’s rubbing her clit in tight circles above your face, breath quickening with yours. The second your balls tighten, she leans in and spits on the head, warm and sudden. “Come for me.” Your fist flies. One, two, three strokes and you explode—thick ropes hitting your chest, your abs, even your chin. Vivianne moans softly, still circling her clit, watching you twitch. She drags two fingers through your load and sucks them clean. “Good boy,” she whispers, then sits on your face like it’s the most natural next step.
