“Fill me up,” she moaned. “Cum in me. Now. Do it!”
I gripped her hair and shoved myself as far into her hot depths as I could. I saw stars as I shot another big load. I just seemed to cum forever. In fact, I think I must have swooned, because my next memory was of her steaming ass right above my face.
“Open up,” she said. I did, and she lowered her gooey hole onto my mouth. In a delirious daze, I felt pearls of anal creampie oozing into my mouth. I remembered that I wanted to give her a creamy snowball (a creamball?) so I tried not to swallow.
When she had ridden my face for a minute, I had enough strength to push her off so that she tumbled onto the bed. I lunged up and over her, seeing her eyes wide with amazement. I guess she didn’t expect to actually happen, but I clamped my mouth over hers, and waited for hers to open. Slowly, it did, and I took the opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth, ejecting the creamball. I felt and heard her moan as the gooey concoction we made hit her tastebuds.
“Like anal creampie?” I asked when we paused for breath.
“Loved the anal creampie!” she enthused.
“Good, now clean my prick,” I said, rolling into a 69 with her.
“You are so nasty,” she said, but gripped my dirty cock and nursed at it hungrily. We stayed in that position for quite a while, then we rolled over so that she could sit on my face and let the anal creampie drain out. It was like heaven.
I had to moderate a session at the conference the first thing in the morning. We couldn’t suck and fuck all night like I might have wanted to. Instead, she lay with her head on my chest and I smelled her hair and fell asleep. The night ended with us inter-twined, sleeping deeply. Who could have asked for more anal creampie?