The Last Cigarette Ch. 05 - Dates

Taking charge of his cock and keeping the helmet rubbing over her cheeks and spilling repeatedly into her mouth and deep into her, he stroked it the last couple of times it needed.

He fired with wicked satisfaction and inordinate relief and release a large dose of cum which jetted right to the back of her throat. Further rubs on his shaft milked another few less powerful spurts and then cleared any remnant dribble from his little eye onto her face.

It was obviously more than she could initially contend with, drowning a little as she was with the amount he had produced at the memories and now vision of her slutty willingness to be used in this fashion.

The sheer volume of cum and precum now over her face was incredibly copious and he used his cock and fingers to gently scoop it all towards her mouth, watching it dribble in and out whilst she kept her slutty, needy eyes still locked on his.

He watched and felt her swallow. A couple of times was needed. He wondered if she would choke or resist, but she remained his good girl and coped brilliantly, desperate to not waste any.

As his breathing returned slowly to an acceptable rate, the sheer sexy naughtiness of how his subbie had meekly taken all the spunk still coursed through his brain like lightning, though the practicality of the situation needed addressing. He wanted her in his arms. He wanted to hold her tight to him. He wanted to feel her heartbeat against his own. But they were parked in the middle of nowhere with a timer counting down on her car parking goodness knows how far away.

Time to get back to her car and for her to arrive at it dressed appropriately.

And then, time to hold her hand and go for a drink, though in the meantime, she would get no respite to the taste of him.