“HARDER!” I shout as loud as I can, my throat aching to let the words out. I’m so close to coming I can already feel it bubbling up to the surface. Like I told him to, Lance starts to go harder, his thighs slapping my ass incessantly until my whole body grows numb. “Fuck, fuck…” I hiss through gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up only to start twitching immediately after.
I don’t think I have ever come this hard. I’m screaming so hard my throat feels raw, and it’s like flames are lapping at my skin from the inside out. My mind is an incoherent mess of rambling thoughts, and it feels as if I’ve descended into a world of insanity. Tears are going down my face, and I can feel their saltiness as they go over my lips.
Lance pulls his cock out, carefully, and I collapse on the bed, stomach down. I don’t think I have ever felt this exhausted in my entire life. Opening my eyes, I try and force myself not to drift off; after all, we’re not done yet. How could we be done if I still haven’t tasted his seed yet?
Rolling to my back, I reach for his cock, summoning whatever strength is left inside my body as I start to stroke him. My arm moving fast, I’m jerking him almost too violently; he doesn’t seem to care, though. His head thrown back and his eyes shut close, he’s groaning loudly, completely lost in pleasure.
Lost in a daze, I don’t even notice the signs of his impending orgasm. I only realize he’s about to come when he grunts, breathing out sharply through his gritted teeth. Before I can take my mouth to his cock, thick ropes of cum gush onto my face. I barely have the time to close my eyes, his gooey semen coating every inch of skin on my face as I open my mouth wide. His salty flavor hits me at once, coating my tongue and filling me up to the brim. I don’t even bother to wait for him to finish: I swallow all the semen inside my mouth as he keeps cumming, his fluids covering everything in their way. From my hair to my tits, nothing is safe.
Then, with a growl, he leans in and places his hands on my waist. Harshly he forces me to lay down on my stomach, his cock always spasming as he goes about it. Gushing like a fountain, he covers my back, and angling his cock, starts to aim at my ass. His warm juices drip down between my ass cheeks, completely covering my crack and pooling over my asshole. I remain like that for God knows how long, feeling heavy drops of cum hitting every square inch of naked skin.
When he’s finally done, I turn to look at him, but he acts quickly, with his hands on my waist again, he keeps in place, lying down on my stomach.
“Don’t move,” he orders me, “I’m not done yet.” And then, with no explanation whatsoever, he leans in. I feel his tongue on my neck, licking all the cum there, and then he moves it down to my back. He doesn’t stop, tracing a perfect straight line toward my ass and picking all the cum on the way there. He only makes a small detour to kiss the dimples on my lower back, sucking in all the cum that has pooled there, but soon he is on his way again.
Shuddering, I feel his tongue moving over my crack. When he’s close to my hole, he places both hands on my buttocks and pushes them apart, clearing the way for his mouth. He dives in then, pressing his lips against my asshole and scooping up all the cum that has accumulated there. My muscles twitch as he licks me, ripples of pleasure still travelling up and down my spine, and I let out a loud moan as he starts using his tongue to lick my crack, stroking me softly. I shudder and tremble; soft whimpers on my mouth as he licks me dry. He only stops when there’s not a drop more of cum on my ass.
Finally done, he comes up, lying down by my side; I open my eyes, taking in the beautiful sight of his cum-coated lips. There’s semen all over his face, dripping down his chin and neck. I grin and inch closer to him, pressing my mouth against his; with an electric touch, our tongues dance around one another, swapping whatever cum we still hold inside our mouths.
Pulling back, we smile at each other, and without feeling the need for words, we swallow. I watch as his Adam’s apple rises and falls, his own cum going down his throat.
If anyone came inside the room right now, they’d see two people lying down side-by-side, their bodies covered in cum. One would be a young man, the other would be a woman closing in on her forties. It would be an unlikely couple, sure, but what they wouldn’t realize is that love doesn’t care about details. It doesn’t care that he’s younger, or that I’m older. It doesn’t care that our sex is hot and dirty. Love only cares about the truth. And the truth, my friend, is that I finally found love.
And I found it in Lance Anders, my hot young lover.
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