Can’t Stop Squirting #4
With a loud, gasping sob, a violent, massive torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from deep within her pussy.
It shot out in powerful, heavy waves, drenching Kevin’s groin, soaking his thighs, and pooling instantly across the tight gray fitted sheet beneath them.
The fluid literally sprayed across the mattress, soaking through the fabric in a massive, dark circle as her body violently shook with the force of the climax.
"Yes! Fuck yes, baby!" Kevin roared, his pace turning absolutely savage as the slick, boiling floodwaters lubricated his shaft, making his thrusts completely friction-free and incredibly intense.
Jayla could only weep, her body entirely helpless, squirting over and over again with every heavy, deep plunge of his hips.
The sheer volume of the release was overwhelming, turning her gray sheet into a soaking wet canvas of her pleasure.
She was entirely spent, her muscles trembling, completely broken open by the power of her own anatomy and the man who claimed every single drop of it.
The heavy, rhythmic panting of their breath was the only sound in the room, cutting through the hum of the air conditioner.
Jayla lay completely paralyzed in the center of the bed, her chest heaving, her legs still hooked loosely over Kevin’s broad hips.
The gray fitted sheet beneath them was completely dark and heavy with moisture, soaked through in a massive, cold rimmed circle from the sheer volume of her release.
Her face was buried in the pillow, her cheeks burning a deep, intense crimson.
The overwhelming wave of pleasure had receded, leaving behind a sharp, agonizing vulnerability.
She had done it again, but this time it wasn’t in the dark, hidden shadows of a sedan; it was right here on her own mattress, a literal pool of her own fluids framing her bare hips.
"Oh god," Jayla whispered into the pillow, a small, mortified whine escaping her lips. "Kevin... I literally drowned the bed. It’s everywhere."
Kevin didn't reply right away. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his thick, throbbing cock out of her tight opening.
The friction of his exit made her pussy twitch with a residual, sensitive ache.
He shifted his weight, pushing himself up onto his knees, straddling her thighs as he looked down at the aftermath.
He was dripping. Her clear, hot arousal was smeared across his entire lower stomach, coating his dark pubic hair and tracing lines down his muscular thighs. His cock was still completely rock hard, veins bulging angrily along the shaft, the crown pulsing with a heavy bead of pre cum.
Jayla forced herself to look up, bracing for the judgment she was certain had to be coming. But when her eyes met Kevin's, her breath caught.
He looked completely entranced. His dark eyes were wide, glittering with a savage, primitive satisfaction as he stared down at the massive, dark wet spot on the gray sheet. He looked like an apex predator surveying his territory, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Look at this," Kevin breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made Jayla’s clit instantly throb with a fresh, unexpected spike of horniness.
He reached down, his large palm flattening right against the center of the soaked sheet, soaking his hand in her warmth.
"You did this. Your fine little body literally overflowed because of my cock."
"Kevin, stop, it's so messy," she pleaded softly, hiding her face behind her curls. "I need to go wash off. I need to change the sheets."
"Don't you dare move," Kevin growled softly, his tone laced with absolute authority. He grabbed her ankles, easily dragging her down the mattress until her bare ass was resting right on the edge of the wet circle, her legs pinned wide open before him.
He dropped back down to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed, placing himself directly between her parted thighs. Jayla watched in a daze as Kevin leaned forward, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her outer thighs, keeping her pinned and completely exposed to his gaze.
"I told you I love the fucking mess, Jayla. I am completely obsessed with it," he whispered, his eyes locking onto her swollen, dripping pussy. The outer folds of her skin were glistening, completely flushed and dark pink from the friction of his thick shaft.
Without another word, Kevin leaned his head down. Jayla let out a loud, frantic shriek as his warm tongue slammed directly onto her hyper sensitive, engorged clit.
"Ah! Oh god, Kevin, wait! It's too sensitive!" she screamed, her fingers digging frantically into the mattress, her toes curling tight in the air.
He didn't listen. Kevin’s tongue was broad and wet, lapping at her swollen bud with a heavy, relentless pressure.
He used his long fingers to part her lips, exposing the very depth of her opening, and began to drink the pooling fluids straight from her center.
The wet, messy slurping sounds filled the quiet bedroom, driving Jayla completely insane.
He was eating her out with a desperate, starved hunger, swallowing down her juices as if it were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
"Kevin... please, you're going to make me... I'm already so sensitive," she wept, her hips bucking up off the mattress involuntarily, pushing her dripping pussy directly into his working mouth.
He growled against her skin, his tongue swirling aggressively around her clit while his index and middle fingers slid deep inside her tight, burning tunnel. Her internal walls were completely soaked, sliding effortlessly against his fingers as he pumped them in and out in a rapid, torturous rhythm.
The pressure inside her lower abdomen instantly began to coil right back up.
Jayla couldn't believe it; she had just had a massive, bone deep orgasm minutes ago, but the sheer intensity of Kevin’s worship, the way his mouth was entirely consuming her, was pushing her straight toward another breaking point.
Her body was entirely primed, her pussy walls pulsing violently around his fingers.
"Kevin, I’m going to…I’m going to squirt again! Stop, please, it’s too much!" she cried out, her head thrashing wildly from side to side on the pillows.
Kevin lifted his face for a fraction of a second, his lips glistening with her moisture, a dark, wicked smile on his face. "Do it, baby. Shoot it right into my mouth. Drench my fucking face."
He slammed his mouth back down on her clit, his fingers thrusting deeper, hitting her swollen G spot with brutal accuracy.
Jayla’s vision fractured into pure white light.
Her core locked down, clamping around his fingers with a tight, frantic desperation.
With a sharp, breathless scream, her body exploded into another violent, uncontrollable climax.
A fresh, powerful torrent of clear, hot fluid erupted from her center, squirting directly across Kevin’s lips, his chin, and splashing heavily over his chest as her body violently convulsed against his face.
The second explosion of fluid left Jayla completely shattered.
She lay on her back, her breath coming in short, pathetic gasps, her upper body trembling as the aftershocks continued to pulse through her lower abdomen.
Kevin finally lifted his head from between her thighs, and the sight of him made Jayla’s heart stop.
Her hot, slick juices were smeared all over his lips, his chin, and down his throat, glistening under the bedroom light.
He looked completely wild, unhinged by the sheer volume of her desire, his chest heaving as he swallowed down the taste of her.
He didn't give her a single second to recover. Kevin slid his large body back up the mattress, his wet chest rubbing against her bare skin as he positioned himself over her once again.
"Look at you," Kevin growled, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against her collarbone. "You are completely soaked, Jayla. You’re a fucking fountain for me."
"Kevin, please... I’m so empty, I can't take any more," she whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against his broad shoulders. Her clit was so engorged and sensitive that even the cool air of the room shifting over it made her body twitch.
"You're not empty, baby. You're just perfectly lubed up," Kevin whispered, a dark, primal hunger flashing in his eyes.
He grabbed her knees, pushing them all the way up to her chest, folding her body completely in half.
The position opened her up entirely, stretching her tight, dark pink pussy wide open, completely slick and glistening with her own fluids.
He didn't wait. He guided the wide, throbbing head of his cock back to her entrance and plunged straight in.
Because she was so incredibly wet, his thick shaft slid in all the way to the hilt in one smooth, friction-free motion.
A loud, wet squish echoed through the room as his pelvis slammed hard against her bare ass.
Jayla let out a high-pitched, breathless scream, her fingers locking into the wet fabric of the gray sheet as his thick cock stretched her internal walls to their absolute breaking point.
"Fuuuuck," Kevin roared, his head dropping into the crook of her neck as her tight, pulsing walls instantly clamped down around him. "You are so fucking tight, even after squirting twice. It feels like a vice in here."
He began to fuck her with a heavy, relentless power.
In this folded position, every single thrust was driving his thick crown directly against her G-spot with brutal force.
The sound of their coupling was incredibly loud and wet, a frantic, messy rhythm of slapping flesh and squishing fluids that filled the entire bedroom.
Kevin’s hands stayed locked onto her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving faint marks as he controlled the pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming back into her depths.
Jayla was completely helpless. Her mind was a total blur of sensation, all her previous embarrassment burned away by the raw, dominant energy Kevin was radiating.
She was entirely horny again, her body betraying her exhaustion as her internal muscles began to pulse and squeeze his shaft in a frantic, desperate rhythm.