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The Ecstasy of His Hot Cum For My Face

The darkness around us was oppressive, but the heat between us was electric. His body pressed against mine, every inch of exposed flesh, alive and trembling with lust. His breath was hot and heavy on my neck as he leaned in with certainty, descending with abandon, taunting my senses with every touch of his long fingers and devouring kisses.

His lips curled as his hot cum soaked my face in an explosion of pleasure. In that moment, I was overwhelmed with terror and pleasure creating a sensation of intense ecstasy that is difficult to put in words. His movements, graceful and powerful, were the only escape from the darkness of night and nothing else mattered in that moment than the warmth radiating from group bodies.

It was a moment that was to stay with me for eternity, branded on my flesh like a reminder of pleasure, passion, and release. As I emerged from the darkness with his cum still streaking my face, I was suddenly alive in a way as if I had turned inanimate objects to life, and I wanted to soak in every moment of the experience.

Table of Contents

• 1. Dripping down His Sexy Chest: The Thrill of His Intense Pleasure
• 2. Applying Pressure: Savoring the Moment and Reaching Climax
• 3. Foreplay and Onward to Fulfillment: His Flowing Lust on My Tongue
• 4. Sweet Taste of Release: Feeling the Scalding Rush on My Skin
• Closing Remarks

1. Dripping down His Sexy Chest: The Thrill of His Intense Pleasure

I felt my mouth water as his cum poured down his gorgeous chest, glistening in the morning sunlight. His body was still twitching with pleasure, as my hands cupped his head and I moved ever so closer, my tongue extending forward, licking droplets of his hot milky cum from his hard body.

He gasped and moaned as I licked up and down him, tasting the sensual aroma he had released. His muscles quivered with delight as he released a passionate moan, and slowly, his eyes slowly opened, gazing into my soul and without hesitating, I took his face in one hand and his heart into my other, and brought forward my face to meet his.

The sensation as his cum touched my face was electrifying, a rush of pleasure that screamed through my body. His eyes met mine, and I felt his heat, his intensity and his passion, and it was enough to make my world spin. His other hand reached up, stroking my face with his soft fingertips, tracing my lips and my eyes before trailing further down, and ran his long fingers through my hair, caressing it as if he could not stand another second without letting his hands feel something, anything that belonged to me.

2. Applying Pressure: Savoring the Moment and Reaching Climax

The way he pulled me to his body was like a spell had been cast; this moment was a carefully orchestrated march to ecstasy and I wanted to savor it. His eyes were like two sapphires burning into my soul, and his hands explored my body like a hungry acolyte offering fervent devotion. His touch was gentle yet firm and he never hesitated in applying pressure just in the right places, sending waves ofenergy cascading through me.

The feeling of his hard manhood pressing againstprested against my eager core. I felt his breaths, becoming increasingly deep and ragged; he was letting go and closing his eyes, as though reveling in a sexual transcendence and soon came his overwhelming orgasm, his body before me becoming one with his pleasure. The feeling of his hot cum on my face was the ultimate reward, a euphoria of surrender that we both savored and celebrated.

3. Foreplay and Onward to Fulfillment: His Flowing Lust on My Tongue

Intensifying Foreplay

My pulsing fever kept growing as I felt his hands exploring my aroused body, kneading the succulent contours. The pleasure was unbearable now, and I could feel his mounting hunger matching my own. His fingers moved slowly at first, barely brushing my skin. Then with sweet intensity, he touched me more firmly. A moan escaped my lips as his touch exploded around my nipples, becoming increasingly unbounded, pouring over my eager thorax and coating me with a shining perspiration. I surrendered to his touch as it kept ravishing me.

His Flowing Lust on My Tongue

• His luscious lips reached mine and our tongues entwined in a lingering embrace.
• We fed off each other’s energy, our desire spiraling out of control.
• He flexed his hips against mine and I felt the surge of his sweet heat.
• Softly, I tasted his essence and melted as he continued rhythmically pulsating against my welcoming tongue.
• He ascended to rapture, sending a cascade of rapturous pleasure onto my quivering lips.
• My taste buds welcomed his hot cum in salacious delight.
• We both lost ourselves in a volcanic orgasm of rhythms and sensations.

4. Sweet Taste of Release: Feeling the Scalding Rush on My Skin

I could feel the heat coming off his body, and the rush of hot cum gushing onto my skin was exquisite. His warm liquid pulsed onto my lips, and I savored the sweet taste of his desire as I lapped away the seed with my tongue.

My hands eagerly explored every inch of his body, trembling as I felt the intensity of his climax. I dared invite his soft moans to deepen and surge in volume as I met each new wave of intensity with a fiery passion of my own. I felt the sparks between us intensify as I ran my hands up and down his body, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure until it exploded from his manly frame. Finally, the unstoppable force of his manhood hit my face, causing me to gasp in ecstatic pleasure. His masculine aroma embraced me, and I felt as if I was being engulfed in a sea of therapeutic calmness. My sweat mixed with his as I blindly clawed and caressed his soft, sensuous skin. His sweet essence left me feeling cleansed, and momentary bliss kept me grounded in the present. I never wanted it to end.

Closing Remarks

As I wiped his hot cum off my face for the last time that night, I felt a deep, profound pleasure stirring in my core. There was something intoxicating and thrilling about reveling in his pleasure as he filled my face with his own personal elixir. I felt both contented and wildly alive at the same time, a rush of adrenaline and ovary-assorting ecstasy washing over me. I felt like I had tasted something forbidden, something naughty and naughty-good. As I lay there in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, I could not help but feel grateful for having experienced the exquisite joy of the pleasure that we had shared and the blissful bliss of the hot cum that remained in its wake.