Page 123 of Marcello

Suddenly her eyes opened wide.

I thought it was alarm –

But I was wrong.

It was enthusiasm.

“I want to see!” she cried out.

I nodded – kissed her once more –

Gave her five more strokes, hard and fast –

And then pulled out.

She craned her neck and looked down between her thighs, her eyes wide with expectation.

I thrust my cock up over her pussy – grinding my shaft against her clit –

“OH FUCK!” she cried out, and her legs began shaking and quivering –

But she kept her eyes fixed on the swollen head of my cock as I erupted.

I groaned as jets of thick, hot cum shot up onto her belly and tits.

“YES! YES!” she screamed, her legs shaking violently as I grinded into her wet, soft pussy, increasing my pleasure as my cock spasmed over and over.

I hadn’t come in quite a while. By the time I was finished, her belly was slick with my cum.

I groaned and collapsed next to her.

Her legs were still trembling, but her eyes were fixed on the white cream covering her stomach. She grinned in fascination, grabbed a pillow to prop up her head, and then trailed her finger through my cum, playing with how sticky it was.

Then she looked over at me apprehensively.

“What?” I asked.

“Is it weird that I want to taste it?” she asked, wincing.

I laughed. “It’s pretty fucking hot, actually.”

She grinned, then lifted her finger to her mouth and put a drop of white on her tongue. She closed her lips over her finger sexily and sucked it off, then frowned like she was puzzled.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s salty,” she said.

“You can spit it out.”

“No, I like it,” she said, then looked at me with a seductive smile. “I can’t wait to have you come in my mouth.”

God DAMN!

My cock, which had been drooping and getting softer, got hard again in two seconds flat.

“But next time,” she said, and then suddenly rolled over and got out of bed.

Wait –