Cock-Hungry Beauty Turns Solo Squirt Session into Balls-Deep Creampie
The velvet hush of midnight wrapped my bedroom when the gorgeous girl masturbating in my mirror finally lost all control.
Legs splayed wide, sheer panties shoved to the side, my slick petals glimmered under the rose lamp like a ripe peach split open.
Two fingers corkscrewed through hot silk, knuckles shining with pussy nectar while my clit throbbed, a greedy ruby bead begging for mercy.
Moans rolled off my tongue, low and shameless, each breath fogging the glass as my hips bucked, fucking my own hand harder, faster, dripping cream onto the sheets.
That’s when the floorboard creaked.
He stood in the doorway, silhouette carved by moonlight, cock already tenting his sweats.
Our eyes locked—a lightning strike of raw, filthy consent.
Caught gorgeous girl masturbating, yet neither of us flinched; the air thickened with the musk of wet cunt and predatory lust.
My cunt clenched around my fingers, an invitation soaked in juice.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he growled, knuckles whitening on the doorframe.
So wicked, so perfect.
My free hand spread my lips, showing him the glossy pink hole desperate to be stuffed.
“Then get over here and finish what you started watching, voyeur.”
He crossed the room in three strides, yanking his pulsing cock free.
Veins roped the shaft, tip purple and drooling pre-cum like a faucet.
The gorgeous girl masturbating seconds ago, now became the gorgeous girl impaling herself on living granite.
No condom, no hesitation.
He hoisted me, spine arching, thighs snapping around his waist; gravity speared me balls-deep in one slick thrust.
My gasp became a scream, walls stretching around the invader while creamy arousal painted his length white.
“Feel that, princess?
Every drop of juice you spilled is lube for your fuckin’ punishment.”
He rammed again, balls slapping my ass crack, wet claps echoing.
The mirror rattled, my reflection a filthy tableau: nipples diamond-hard, mouth slack, cream cascading down his shaft to glaze his heavy sack.
Gorgeous girl masturbating turned into gorgeous girl being split open, and the camera in my brain recorded every frame for future midnight replays.
He pivoted, slamming my back against the wall, drilling upward.
My G-spot ignited; sparks detonated behind squeezed lids.
“Rub that clit,” he barked.
Obedient, frantically circling the swollen nub, sparks became wildfire.
Orgasm barreled through me, pussy clamping like a velvet vise, squirting clear jets that splashed his abs and dripped to the carpet.
He groaned, pace faltering, cock swelling thicker.
“Milk it, you gorgeous little cum-slut.”
Three brutal pumps later he buried to the hilt, erupting ropes of hot seed straight against my cervix, filling me until creamy overflow drooled down my taint and puddled the floor.
We stayed locked, twitching, breathing cum-scented air.
Slowly he lowered me; legs jelly, pussy gaping and drooling his load.
A final kiss, tasting of sin and satisfaction.
“Next time,” he whispered, “leave the door open.
Audience participation beats solo shows.”
The gorgeous girl masturbating had found a brand-new act, and the night was still deliciously young.
