“Come on, shoot it! Cum on my face!” Katrina urged, as his dick throbbed and pulsed.Blake had to let it fly, and he did. He grunted several times,...then came with a roar as he shot his load. Spurt after spurt of warm, white cum splattered Katrina’s face and even in her hair as Blake unloaded his pent-up sperm. She laughed with joy as the spunk coated her face.When he was done, gasping and heaving, Katrina’s face looked like a Jackson Pollack painting done in white. Even though some cum had. It is shaped almost perfectly, the thick head slimy with pre cum. Her mouth watering as she puts her hand on it, her fingers encircling it, feeling it pulsate, radiate heat in her hand.He watches in trance how she bends forward, opens her mouth wide and swallows the head of the cock inside. A loud groan rolls over his lips as he feels his head surrounded by the wet warmth of her mouth. She starts sucking greedily, lips pressed hard around his shaft, sending that same lustful feeling through his. That's the kind of thing that really turns me on. No one kissed me – they just all wanted to watch. It didn't go much further – I had my skirt pulled up and my legs pulled apart – someone said why don't I see what's inside his pants. I unzipped him but when I put my hand inside and touched his cock he shot his load. Everyone started laughing and that sort of woke me up. It ended there." But if he hadn't come you would have let it carry on?" Probably, yes, I suppose I would have done," she. Whenever she was going to lose, she'd go, 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' Knowing that would turn me off, but really turned her on. She really loved cumming thinking of your Grampa." "I. Never. Knew." Three words dragged out of Dan's mouth. "Silly boy," Mom laughed, "you think just because she let's you see her fuck, you know everything about my sister? You know what she did? In the cabin the three of us would sleep together, Heather beside Father, and I beside her. Every night, she'd touch Father's.