When rob makes you squirt, it makes him cum without even touching himself.
you think you’re going to die
no, maybe just straight up disintegrate
or maybe you think you might just piss yourself
it’s been… what? four orgasms? that’s a new record for your poor little pussy, who’s consistently crying creamy cum as rob fingers her. you’re left to kick and writhe around uselessly, because his other hand is holding the newest addition to tonight, a vibrator, onto your puffy clit.
it pulses at a fast setting, a quick bzz bzz bzz, rather than constant vibrations. it’s torture, hips bucking up into it every time. it even pauses after about six pulses before starting again, ruining the rhythm in a deliciously painful way.
“nnh- da-mhp!” you can’t even cry out properly for him anymore, because after the second orgasm when you tried to bite him, he shoved his boxers into your mouth. the fabric is soaked with your spit, overwhelming your senses with the musky scent of his crotch, along with sweat from the day. it wraps around your skull, invades your tastebuds and nose, makes you dizzy with him.
“quiet, you’re gonna cum again whether you like it or not. then you’ll get my cock.” his first words are mean, sharp, two fingers pistoning into your cunt with perfect precision, lewd, wet sounds as if this were actually a porn video. then, his tone goes soft, condescending, “you still want it, don’t you, baby? my fat cock splitting you open?”
jesus, you’re crying now. yes, yes, you want it. obviously, who wouldn’t want that? his cock is fat, hung down between his thighs and leaking a thin string which causes your mouth to water, seeing the way it peeks from his foreskin.
your cheeks flame red hot, tears spilling down to your hairline as you muffle a sob into his boxers. the vibrator bzz, bzz, bzz’s– and pauses. all you can do is nod, because whether you like it or not, you’ll never disappoint him. even if it seriously, the vibrator comes to life again, really feels like you’re about to–
the first spray has you squealing, a noise that tears through your throat painfully as your legs draw up, then kick out. you almost hit his arm as he throws the vibrator aside, letting it buzz uselessly on the bed so he can rub three fingers back and forth on your clit.
you’re soaked, a clear spray shooting out uncontrollably. you think you might black out, if not for the way you can hear his groaning praises with each shot of liquid.
“ohh, gimme it, gimme it, fuck-“
“nasty little cunt, fuckin’ squirtin’ on me,”
rob could continue, could force more of the heavenly liquid from your abused pussy, but your daddy is nice and knows when you’re close to your limits. so, instead of sticking his dick inside you, he pulls his wet hands away. a hard slap lands on your puffy lips, making you whimper pathetically before you’re crowded by his body.
“c’mon baby,” he pulls the dirty boxers from your mouth, huffing a raspy laugh with the way he feels you bite down on them for a moment, not wanting to let go. his cock is fattened, twitching with another drool of cum because he made a mess, straddling your upper body. a hand cradles your head, lifting you up some, “take it, here, open-“
he’s panting, sweat stuck to his skin, eyes feral and heated as he feeds you his cock. disappointingly, most of his cum is on the bed between your thighs, but with a whiny huff, you suckle out the last drops of it, moaning at the tangy taste, and something new, your own squirt. he fucks into your mouth quick, feeling your tongue go slack on the underside of his shaft, hot and heavy in your mouth.
that’s the first time he’s ever cum untouched, not a single breath on his cock besides your squirt soaking him. his stomach is dripping, because he seems to have been the main target of your orgasm, and we won’t worry about the bed below.
his balls nudge against your chin, bush wet with cum and slick as it tickles your cheeks, and then he’s cumming again.
jet after hot jet gets shot down your throat, bleary eyes barely able to watch as his jaw drops. he moans, blues fluttering and rolling back into his skull as his big thighs shake on either side of you. you can feel the way he tightens up, balls jerking on your chin, grinding in as deep as he can get before he whimpers.
he pulls away, a string of bubbly drool breaking over your neck as you both pant obscenely. his wet cock smacks down over your tits before he shuffles to lean over you, capturing your lips in a slow, messy kiss that is really just the two of you licking like dogs on a peanut butter treat.
“you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby, didn’t know you could do that.” his bright smile nearly blinds you, makes your cunt leak a weak drool of creamy cum.
he laughs, he has to, you’re so cumdrunk that all he can do is cradle your wet cheek and coo. his other hand wiggles between you two, finding your over sensitive clit with a few slow rubs, relishing in the fresh tears falling from your eyes at the touch.
“little pussy squirted all over me, honey,” he noses at your face, lapping up a couple salty tears. you think your heart skips a beat or two, hips jutting upwards as the feeling comes back to your legs.
“oh,” you giggle quietly.
“oh? that’s all you gotta say?” he laughs with you, a slight scold as he brings his fingers up to slowly press the two of them onto your tongue.
you moan, eyes rolling as you taste yourself, let him push cum onto your tongue while you suckle on the digits like a fidget toy, muffling your words.
“yeah…” he groans appreciatively, smiling, “good girl.”
