Make It Sloppy

I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down to her knees as she grinned up at me, her eyes wild with that hungry slut vibe. "Make it sloppy," I growled, and she didn't hesitate—lips parting wide, tongue already lolling out like she was starving for it. She dove in, wrapping her hot mouth around my throbbing cock, sucking hard at first, then pulling back with a wet pop, strings of spit dangling from her chin to my shaft. "Fuck yeah," I groaned, watching her spit a thick glob right onto the head, rubbing it in with her hand while she slurped noisily, making obscene gagging sounds as she forced herself deeper. Her saliva poured out, drenching my balls, pooling on the floor between us. She was a mess—mascara running, tits heaving as she bobbed furiously, choking herself on my dick until bubbles of spit frothed at the corners of her mouth. I thrust into her face, fucking her throat raw, her gurgles turning me on even more. "Sloppier, bitch," I demanded, and she obeyed, hawking up more spit, letting it cascade down my length in rivulets, her fingers spreading it everywhere, jerking me off in the slick mess. She pulled off gasping, coughing up a huge wad that splattered across my abs, then dove back in, deepthroating until her nose pressed into my pubes, tears streaming. By the time I was ready to explode, everything was soaked—her face glistening, my cock a sloppy, veiny wreck pulsing with her spit. I yanked her head back, blasting ropes of cum across her open mouth, mixing with the drool as it overflowed, dripping down her neck onto her perky tits. She scooped it up, slurping it off her fingers with a filthy smile, begging for round two.