Facial Fever

Normally, my boyfriend shoots his thick load deep inside my dripping pussy or sprays it messily across my tits and stomach, with a few sticky ropes always landing on my cheeks or lips. But this time I craved the entire thick pulse of his cum right on my face. I was burning with the fever for the salty, warm flavor of his seed coating my tongue and sliding down my chin. First I modeled the sexy new outfit I had bought just for him, a mix and match of tiny lace pieces and sheer panels that I carefully chose so every curve of my body would drive him wild. The way the fabric clung to my hard nipples and barely covered my shaved slit made my pussy already start to ache.

When I finally locked his hungry eyes on me, I dropped to my knees, crawled forward, and slowly wrapped my soft lips around the swollen head of his cock. I sucked gently at first, swirling my tongue over the sensitive ridge while I stroked the shaft, determined to milk every drop from his heavy balls for a full facial. But before I let him explode, I needed to feel that massive cock stretching my tight cunt. I climbed on top, guided him deep into my soaked hole, and moaned as he gripped my hips and fucked me like I was nothing more than his personal toy. His thick cock felt enormous every time it bottomed out, pounding against my cervix and making my juices run down my thighs.

I rode him hard, squeezing my walls around every inch until his breathing turned ragged and his balls tightened. Once I felt him throbbing on the edge, I pulled off, dropped back to my knees, and begged him in a needy voice to dump every spurt of his hot sperm all over my Thai teen face. Rope after rope of creamy cum painted my forehead, eyelids, and open mouth. I licked my lips clean, savoring the taste, then winked and told him it keeps my complexion soft and glowing.