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🕑 Added 2024-03-08 21:00:01 +0000 UTCKirk danced his weight from foot to foot, trying to hold back his cum as her lips slipped from the very edge of his erection to the curly hairs that bordered it. Salma knew he thought that his launch would put an end to the ecstasy he was in, but she didn’t care. She wanted his cum and he would give it to her. No man could keep from letting her have exactly what she wanted.
Salma took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him. “Come until I can’t swallow it all. Give me more cum than I can hold and I’ll make it good for you, very good, muy bueno.”
“I want to fuck you,” Kirk said.
“But I want you to come in my mouth,” Salma husked, petting his thigh and pressing her cheek to his erection. “I’ll let you have lots of fun with me. You’ll really enjoy it. But not unless you come hard enough that I’m convinced you appreciate my blowjobs.”
Kirk was far too excited to hold back, just as Salma knew he would be. His prick thundered against her cheek. She hoped that a boy as young and virile as him would still be able to fuck her after only a single explosion. She was sure if he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be for lack of lust on either of their parts.
“Promise you’ll come real hard for me?” she whispered intimately, kissing the words into Kirk’s shaft with each breath. “Come in my mouth enough and I’ll let you do something most women won’t…”
“I will,” Kirk said, eager to say anything that would make Salma get him off. “I promise I will!”
As much as he wanted her cunt, he knew he couldn’t last another minute. At least she wanted him to come—best to give her what she wanted. To pack that sultry mouth full of what she was asking for.
Mewling as she filled her mouth until the sound itself was muffled, Salma sucked him deep. Then glided her lips back off him, only to submerge his cock back in her mouth, her throat. Her tongue licking in a frenzy over the turgid erection passing through her lips.
She fucked her mouth on Kirk’s manhood, hard and hot, gurgling with sated hunger when she had him all down in her throat. Salma wanted to open his fly so that his balls would swing against her chin as he fucked her face, but she wanted his cum even more. She was starving for it.
Kirk thrust his hips back and forth, watching his cock push into Salma’s stretching lips until there was no more to give her, then pulling it back out while she clung to it, sucking every last inch that left her.
“I’m gonna!” he shouted. “I’m going to come right now!”
“MMMM!” Salma moaned, locking her lips on his collar so that she held his cockhead in her mouth, where it could explode right into her taste buds.
Kirk tried to press his surging knob further into her mouth, deeper into the surpassing warmth that would surround it so sweetly, but Salma clamped her hands on his midsection to stop him. She wanted the pleasure of his seed splashing on her tongue and filling her senses, not washing right down her throat.
And she got it. Kirk went off, his cum bursting into her mouth, Salma letting it fill before she swallowed a single drop.
As if triggered by her hearty gulp, Kirk’s manhood flared and spurted again.
Salma pressed her tongue into the bottom of his spade-shaped cockhead, feeling it thrum with each launch that flowed through it.
She felt his semen pour against the tightness of her throat and held her tongue against his spewing glanshole to keep his cum from all forcing its way down her gullet.
When he was finally emptied, Salma ran her tongue over his glans, sucking away at his helmet for one more tiny taste of his sperm. What she got, she rolled around in her mouth, breathing hard with the fullness of the taste inside her. Slowly, she pulled its warmth down her throat and accepted it into the core of her—next-door neighbors to the blistering heat in her underserved cunt.
“Mmm, you had a lot for me,” she mewled, licking her lips, although she smeared more of Kirk’s cum off her inundated tongue than she managed to recapture from her lips. “Maybe that’s why I love to suck a white boy. Even if the cum isn’t any sweeter… there’s so much of it.”
“Then I gave you what you wanted?” Kirk asked, still excited enough by her promise that he felt a pulsing beat in his half-hard erection. Seeing how Salma had enjoyed his cum like her drug of choice, his hard-on was quickly reviving. “And now I get what I want?”
Salma stood to look him in the eye, running her hand through her hair and teasingly bringing a lock of it to her lips to wipe them off. Adding a dash of white to her dark tresses. She knew there were few men who shared her enjoyment of the taste of cum. And she wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of him kissing her as they fucked.
She deserved his mouth as much as his prick.
“Take your clothes off,” she told him. “I don’t want to feel a bunch of maldito cloth when you’re fucking me, just you.”
“And you?” Kirk asked eagerly, his voice like helium at the thought of not just seeing Salma Hayek naked, but feeling her tits and ass and everything while he was inside her.
Salma nodded, giving him a big smile.
“Jesus,” Kirk exclaimed, feeling lightheaded at the thought. It might’ve been the blood rushing to his groin—his erection was back at its fullest extension.
Taking his hand, Salma led him through the house and into the bathroom. Kirk looked puzzled, expecting to end up in the bedroom, but it was hard for him to care when Salma faced him and began teasingly disrobing. First, opening up her bra, watching him the whole time she slowly peeled it away from her breasts.
As Salma bared first one breast, then the other, Kirk’s prick jutted out harder than before, harder than it had ever been. He actually feel the deep reservoirs of cum filling his balls and poking at the base of his shaft—only needing the sweet receptacle Salma’s mouth had been, moments ago, to go off.
Salma dropped her top off to the side, leaving herself naked to the waist. Kirk stared open-mouthed at her full, decadent breasts and Salma basked in his admiration. True, she owed certain surgical procedures for their lift rather than sheer youth, but it was money well-spent. Her breasts, enhanced or not, looked nothing like the crass bowling balls some stripper would bear. Just looking at Kirk’s face, she could see they lived up to all his expectations.
His swollen maleness was aimed right at the ceiling; Salma imagined that if she pressed down on it, it would slap against his flat belly.
She took off her panties, bending over to skim them down her legs. Kirk sucked in breath. When Salma straightened, her bare sex coming into view, Kirk’s manhood jerked like it was about to go off. He stared at her shaven pussy, his mouth hanging open with how stunned he was.
“Ever seen a Mexican pussy before, querido?” she asked sweetly.
Kirk shook his head, barely, staying as still as he could to keep up his view of her sex.
“All Mexican pussies are sweet like mine is,” Salma said, smiling inwardly as she remembered verifying this fact. Tasting her own sweetness when she sucked on a well-used cock, fresh from her own sex, and other women like Penelope Cruz—not that she’d ever mention this to Kirk. The mere thought of it might set him off.
She got down on her knees, this time pulling Kirk’s pants down. Careful to work him out of his fly without damaging that magnificent erection in the slightest.
“Remember,” she told him, “I don’t want to feel your clothes.”
Kirk almost tore his shirt off. Then he was naked as Salma was. Her pulse raced at the sight of him, at being nude with him. He was ripcord thin, but firm with muscle. And young enough to come over and pick up her daughter for a date.
“Yes, all Mexican pussies are sweet,” Salma said with rolling tongue, delighting in her own smugness as she regarded how hard Kirk was, even after the absurdly decadent eruption he’d had for her. “But mine is just a little bit sweeter…”
Bowing her head in, Salma took him back into her mouth, this time with the awareness of what a lovely delicacy waited for her at the end of sucking him off. Kirk reached down to clasp her shoulders, watching again as her lips slid over his phallus, moving from the jawbreaker of his knob to his grin, where her chin dimpled his bloated scrotum.
