James to Jasmine

She lay panting on top of Mr. Johnson, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. Mr. Johnson lowered her gently to the couch and then positioned himself above her, sliding his hard length back into Jasmine's wet snatch. Jasmine moaned as Mr. Johnson began to thrust into her, her body once again coming alive with sensation. She could feel every inch of Mr. Johnson inside her, driving in and out with a steady rhythm.

"Oh god, yes," Jasmine gasped, her head lolling back against the couch. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Mr. Johnson's hands roamed over Jasmine's body, caressing her breasts and hips as he pounded into her. Jasmine could feel her heavy breasts rocking back and forth with each thrust, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Mr. Johnson leaned forward; his breath hot in Jasmine's ear. "You like that, don't you?" Jasmine moaned in response, her body writhing beneath Mr. Johnson's expert touch. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she never wanted it to end. Mr. Johnson continued to drive into her with a relentless pace, and Jasmine could feel herself building towards another orgasm.

She reached down between her legs, rubbing her clit as Mr. Johnson fucked him harder and harder. "Oh, god!" Jasmine cried out as she came again, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Jasmine lay there, gasping for breath and feeling her body still convulsing with pleasure, Mr. Johnson slowly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching for more. Jasmine groaned at the sudden loss, her wet snatch still throbbing from the intense experience. But Mr. Johnson wasn't done with her yet. He stroked himself, slowly moving towards Jasmine's face with his hard shaft, glistening with their combined juices.

Jasmine's eyes widened as she realized what Mr. Johnson was about to do, and a mix of confusion and excitement washed over her. Mr. Johnson placed his cock on Jasmine's lips, and Jasmine instinctively opened her mouth, taking him in. He tasted both sweet and salty, and Jasmine found herself eagerly sucking and licking him, wanting to please him in any way she could.

"That's it, good girl," Mr. Johnson murmured, his hands moving to cup Jasmine's breasts, giving them a rough squeeze. Jasmine moaned at the sensation, her nipples growing hard once again. Jasmine felt a sense of pride wash over her as she watched Mr. Johnson come undone, his body writhing with pleasure. She continued to suck and lick at him, eager to milk every last drop of cum from his throbbing length.

Mr. Johnson's groans grew louder and more urgent as his orgasm approached, and Jasmine redoubled her efforts, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could. The taste of pre-cum on her tongue only fueled her desire to please Mr. Johnson even more.

Jasmine's mind seemed to slow down as Mr. Johnson's orgasm hit him. Every movement felt like it was happening in slow motion. She watched as Mr. Johnson pulled out of her mouth and felt the first rope of cum land on her cheek, warm and sticky against her skin. The second and third ropes followed, landing on her nose and lips respectively.

As Jasmine opened her mouth wider to catch more, the fourth rope of cum landed on her tongue, thick and creamy. She savored the taste of it before swallowing it down, feeling a sense of pleasure in knowing that she was able to please Mr. Johnson. The fifth rope of cum landed on Jasmine's forehead, sliding down to the bridge of her nose. She could feel it slowly making its way down her face, mixing with the sweat and saliva that had gathered there.

The sixth and seventh ropes of cum landed on her chin and neck, the warm liquid pooling in the hollow of her throat. The eighth rope of cum landed on Jasmine's chest, just below her breasts, while the ninth and final rope landed on her hair, sticking to the strands and matting them together. Jasmine opened her eyes and looked up at Mr. Johnson, her face covered in her cum.

"That was amazing," Mr. Johnson said, looking down at Jasmine with a satisfied smile. "You really know how to please a man." Jasmine smiled back, feeling a sense of pride at Mr. Johnson's words.

"Thank you," Jasmine said, her voice barely above a whisper as Mr. Johnson's shaft nudged at her lips, silently asking for one last cleaning. Jasmine complied eagerly, running her tongue over the sensitive tip, tasting the lingering sweetness of Mr. Johnson's cum. She savored the flavor, letting it roll around her mouth before swallowing it down.

As Mr. Johnson leaned back, finally satisfied, Jasmine couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and transformation. She knew things would never be the same for her after this experience, that she had just discovered a new side of herself. The taste, smell, and feel of Mr. Johnson's cum had awakened something primal in her, a desire she had never known existed.

Jasmine pulled away from Mr. Johnson's now-flaccid shaft, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She looked up at Mr. Johnson, feeling a sense of gratitude for the experience he had given her. "Thank you," she repeated, a small smile playing on her lips.

Mr. Johnson grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Anytime, my dear," he said, patting her on the head. "Anytime."