The Taste of Mozambique

"Wait!" she suddenly exclaimed, as she freed herself and her mammaries from his grasp, slid off of his cock, and turned around. "I'll finish you off myself."

He wanted to say something, but when she once again knelt before him, he just gurgled incomprehensibly as she once again grabbed his cock, now covered in her pussy juices. Said gurgling then quickly turned into the familiar moaning as she resumed the blowjob she was giving him before deciding to take his cock up her pussy.

She wasn't going to enjoy this for long though, and she knew it. Just as she was about to once again start circling her soft tongue around his cockhead, he confirmed her belief.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he screamed out as he grabbed her green-black hair to hold her in place.

In moments, the first of his cumshots filled her sucking mouth, soon followed by others, all equally thick, salty, and immediately swallowed by her.

"Mmm, the taste of Mozambique," she hummed in satisfaction as the last remains of his cum disappeared in her throat and she took her insatiable mouth off of his prick.

She could still feel the remains of the last load making their way into her stomach, the feeling quickening her heartbeat.

"Oohh, Miss Eilish, that was so good," he said before falling onto the ground, exhausted but satisfied.

"I still have one day here left, you think you can make some time for me?" she asked in a happy, curious tone as she got back on her feet, grabbed her swimsuit, and turned around to face the pool area. "After all, all of you guys are supposed to make the stay as pleasurable for all of us, your customers, as possible. But now, I think we should go back to the others before they call the police to find us or anything," she said as she put the swimsuit back on and started walking.

After a second of hesitation, he followed.