I pulled out of Candice's mouth and yanked back on her hair with one hand. The was a blur, jacking my cock off.
"Please Randy, give it to me," Candice begged. Her hand was moving so fast on her clit, and her other hand had snapped onto her tit and was kneading it and twisting her nipple with a primitive urgency. She was as close to cumming as I was. And that pushed me over.
I made a noise like wild animal: it was half low growl, half deafening roar, and all passion. Rope after rope of white jizz hit Candice in the face. It ran down into her eyes, down her cheeks. It dripped onto her huge, glorious titties in little trails. I don't think she noticed though. As soon as the first shot came out of my cock, Candice had her own orgasm that left her in a quivering puddle on the floor.
It was a sight. She was like a broken doll on the ground, her arms and legs in an almost unnatural position. She was sigh-babbling in some language only she knew. Thick white spots of cum stuck to one eye, her cheek, in her hair, all over her huge titties. Thin clear trails of cum left a glistening path on her body as they slowly wound their way down wherever gravity took them. I took it all in, dazed, as I tried to figure out what to do next. |