— I want every drop tonight, — Elena said, twenty-eight, kneeling on the bedroom floor in front of Damion, thirty-two. — Every single drop. On my tongue, on my face, on my chest. I want to be covered in you.

Damion looked down at her, his cock already hardening in his jeans.

— Every last drop, — he repeated, his voice rough. — You know what you’re asking for?

— Yes, — Elena whispered. — I want to taste you everywhere. Please.

Damion unzipped his jeans and freed his thick cock. It was already hard, the head dark red, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

— Lick it, — he ordered.

Elena leaned in and licked the bead of pre-cum off his head, her tongue swirling. She moaned at the taste — salty, musky, him.

— More, — she breathed.

She took his head into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue working the underside. Damion groaned, his hand tangling in her hair.

— Fuck, — he said. — Your mouth.

Elena slid her lips down his shaft, taking him deeper. She had deepthroated him countless times, and she took him all the way now, his head pushing into her tight throat. She held him there, her throat squeezing and rippling around him.

— God, — Damion groaned. — Your throat is so tight.

She started bobbing her head, her throat working his shaft, her tongue pressing hard against him. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, taking him deep on every stroke. His cock throbbed in her mouth, pulsing.

— That’s it, — Damion said. — Choke on my cock.

She gagged slightly and kept going, her eyes watering. Damion held her head and started thrusting into her mouth, face-fucking her, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her tight throat.

— I’m going to come, — he warned. — Open wide.

He pulled out, and Elena opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Damion stroked his cock hard and fast, and his cum erupted in thick white ropes across her tongue and lips. Hot streams coated her mouth, dripping down her chin.

— Fuck, — he groaned.

Elena closed her mouth and swallowed, savoring the taste — thick, salty, warm. She opened her mouth to show him it was empty.

— Every drop, — she said. — I swallowed every drop.

— Good girl, — Damion said. — But I said every drop, and I meant everywhere.

He pulled her to her feet and pushed her back onto the bed. He stripped her naked quickly, his hands rough, and spread her legs.

— Your pussy first, — he said. — I want you wet and desperate before I cover you.

He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit immediately. Elena cried out, her back arching. He licked her in fast, firm strokes, his tongue relentless.

— Fuck, — she moaned. — Your tongue.

He pushed two fingers into her pussy, fucking her hard while his mouth worked her clit. Elena’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking.

— I’m going to come, — she gasped.

— Come, — Damion ordered. — Come on my tongue.

Her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her juices flooding his mouth. Damion drank her down, his tongue never stopping.

— Please, — Elena panted. — I need your cock now.

— Not yet, — Damion said. — First, I cover you.

He stood up, his cock hard again, throbbing. Elena knelt on the bed in front of him, her face tilted up.

— Open, — he said.

She opened her mouth wide. Damion stroked his cock, and his second load shot out across her face — thick ropes of cum landing on her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin. Hot white streams coated her skin, dripping down her neck.

— Fuck, — Elena moaned, the feeling of his hot cum on her face driving her wild.

— Lick your lips, — Damion ordered. — Taste yourself covered in me.

Elena licked her lips, catching the salty drops, moaning at the taste. Damion smeared his cum across her cheeks with his thumb, then pushed his thumb into her mouth.

— Suck it clean, — he said.

She sucked his thumb, cleaning every drop off it, her tongue swirling.

— Beautiful, — Damion said, looking at her cum-covered face. — You’re beautiful like this.

He pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. His cock was still hard, still leaking.

— Now your chest, — he said.

He straddled her chest, his cock bobbing over her breasts. Elena pushed her breasts together around his shaft, and Damion started fucking her tits, his thick cock sliding between her soft flesh.

— Fuck, — he groaned. — Your tits.

His cock throbbed between her breasts, the head leaking pre-cum onto her skin. Elena licked her lips, watching his head appear with each thrust, so close to her mouth.

— I’m going to come on your chest, — Damion warned.

— Yes, — Elena breathed. — Cover my chest. Please.

He thrust faster, his cock sliding between her breasts, and then he erupted. Thick ropes of his cum shot across her chest, coating her breasts, her nipples, running down between them. Hot white streams covered her skin.

— Oh fuck, — Elena moaned. — I can feel it. It’s so hot.

Damion smeared his cum across her breasts with his hands, rubbing it into her nipples, coating them completely.

— Look at you, — he said. — Covered in my cum. Every drop, like you asked.

Elena looked down at her chest, her breasts glistening white, and moaned. She had never felt so filthy, so his.

— More, — she whispered. — I want more.

— Greedy girl, — Damion said, but his cock was already hardening again.

— Rub it in, — he ordered, looking at her cum-covered chest. — Rub my cum into your tits. I want to watch.

Elena’s hands moved to her breasts, spreading his thick cum across her skin, rubbing it into her nipples. She moaned, her nipples hardening under her own touch, slick with his seed.

— Fuck, that’s hot, — Damion groaned, watching her. — Now lick your fingers clean.

She brought her cum-coated fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, one by one, her tongue swirling, moaning at the taste.

— Good, — Damion said. — Now lie back. I’m going to lick the rest off you.

Elena lay back, her chest heaving, her breasts still glistening with his cum. Damion lowered his mouth to her breast and licked her nipple clean, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, tasting himself on her skin. Elena cried out, her back arching.

— Fuck, — she moaned. — Your tongue on my nipple.

He moved to her other breast, licking it clean, sucking her nipple hard. Elena’s hands fisted in the sheets. Then he kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue tracing the sticky trails, until he reached her pussy.

— Spread, — he ordered.

Elena spread her legs wide, and Damion buried his face in her pussy. His tongue found her clit, licking in fast circles, and Elena screamed.

— Oh fuck! — she cried. — Your mouth!

He pushed three fingers into her pussy, fucking her hard, while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Elena’s orgasm built fast, her walls clenching around his fingers.

— Come, — Damion growled against her flesh. — Come on my face.

She came with a scream, her pussy convulsing, her juices flooding his mouth. Damion drank her down, his fingers still pounding into her.

— Again, — he said, not stopping. — I want another one.

He kept his fingers thrusting, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit, and Elena came again, harder this time, her body shaking, her screams echoing.

— Fuck! — she screamed. — Fuck, I can’t stop!

— Good, — Damion said, finally pulling back, his face soaked. — I like you like this. Dripping and desperate and covered in my cum.

Elena lay there panting, her chest still sticky, her pussy throbbing, her thighs slick. She had never been so thoroughly used, so completely his.

— Please, — she whispered. — I need your cock. Fill me up.

— On your knees, — he ordered. — I’m going to fuck your throat, and then I’m going to fill your pussy.

Elena got on her knees on the bed, her cum-covered chest heaving. Damion stood in front of her, his thick cock jutting out.

— Open wide, — he said.

She opened, and he pushed his cock deep into her throat in one thrust. Elena gagged, her throat convulsing around him, and Damion started fucking her throat hard, his hips slamming into her face.

— Take it, — he growled. — Take it all.

Elena’s eyes watered. Her throat squeezed and rippled around his thick shaft, her tongue pressed flat. She moaned around him, the vibration making him groan.

— Fuck, your throat, — Damion said, his voice strained. — So tight. So perfect.

He face-fucked her relentlessly, his cock sliding in and out of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. Elena’s hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging in.

— I’m going to come down your throat, — he warned. — Swallow every drop.

He buried his cock deep in her throat and erupted. His hot cum shot straight down her throat in thick spurts, and Elena swallowed frantically, gulping every drop. She could feel it sliding down, warm and thick.

— Fuck, — Damion groaned, holding her head still while he emptied himself into her throat. — Swallow it all.

When he finally pulled out, Elena gasped for air, her throat coated, the taste of him strong in her mouth. She swallowed again, making sure she got every last drop.

— All of it, — she said hoarsely. — I swallowed all of it.

— Good girl, — Damion said. — Now turn around. I need your pussy.

Elena got on her hands and knees, her cum-covered body on display. Damion positioned his still-hard cock at her dripping entrance and drove into her in one hard thrust.

— Fuck yes, — Elena cried.

Her pussy was soaked, swollen, gripping his cock eagerly. Damion fucked her hard from behind, his hips slamming into her ass, his cock pounding her wet cunt.

— Your pussy is so tight, — he groaned. — So fucking tight and wet.

— Harder, — Elena begged. — Fuck me harder.

He grabbed her hips and pounded into her, the bed shaking. Elena’s cum-covered breasts swung with every thrust, her moans loud and desperate.

— I’m going to fill your pussy up, — Damion growled. — And then you’re going to lick me clean.

— Yes, — Elena cried. — Fill me. Please.

He drove deep and erupted inside her, his hot cum shooting into her pussy in thick spurts. Elena felt it flooding her, filling her, and she came with a scream, her walls clamping around his shaft.

— Fuck, — she screamed. — Fuck, fuck!

Damion stayed buried inside her, his cock pulsing, emptying himself completely. When he pulled out, his cum leaked from her pussy, running down her thighs.

— Lick me clean, — he ordered, standing in front of her.

Elena took his glistening cock into her mouth, licking it clean — her tongue swirling around the head, sucking the shaft, tasting her own juices mixed with his cum. She cleaned every inch, moaning softly.

— Good girl, — Damion said. — Every last drop.

But his cock was hardening again in her mouth. Elena looked up at him, her face still covered in his dried cum, her chest sticky, her pussy leaking.

— More? — she whispered around his shaft.

— You asked for every drop, — Damion said. — I’m not done giving them to you.

He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the edge of the bed. He spread her cheeks and licked her pussy from behind, his tongue pushing into her cum-filled hole, tasting himself inside her.

— Fuck, — Elena moaned. — Your tongue in my messy pussy.

He tongue-fucked her, lapping up the mixed fluids, then stood and drove his cock back into her from behind. Elena cried out, her pussy still sensitive, still full of his cum.

— I’m going to cover your back, — Damion said, pounding into her. — Every drop on your skin.

He fucked her hard and fast, his cock slamming into her wet cunt, and then he pulled out at the last second. His cum erupted in thick ropes across her back, her ass, coating her skin in hot white streams.

— Oh fuck, — Elena moaned, feeling his hot cum land on her back, run down her cheeks. — I’m covered. I’m completely covered in you.

Damion smeared his cum across her ass with his hands, rubbing it into her skin.

— Every last drop, — he said, satisfied. — On your tongue, on your face, on your chest, in your throat, in your pussy, on your back. Everywhere.

Elena stood there trembling, her entire body coated in his cum — her face, her chest, her back, her thighs sticky, her pussy leaking. She had never been so thoroughly covered.

— I got every drop, — she whispered, smiling. — Every single one.

— And you were perfect, — Damion said, pulling her into the shower. — Now let me wash my girl clean. Then we’ll start over.

The shower was hot, steam filling the bathroom. Damion soaped his hands and washed her slowly — her face, her chest, her back, his cum rinsing off her skin in white streams. Elena stood still, letting him clean her, her body humming.

— You were incredible, — he said, his hands sliding over her breasts, washing them gently. — Taking every drop like that.

— I meant it, — Elena said. — I want everything you give me. All of it.

His hands moved lower, washing between her legs, his fingers slipping into her pussy. Elena gasped, her walls clenching around his fingers.

— Still sensitive? — Damion asked.

— Always, — she whispered. — For you, always.

He fingered her slowly under the hot water, his fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy, his thumb circling her clit. Elena moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders.

— Damion, — she panted. — I’m going to come again.

— Come, — he said. — Come in the shower.

Her orgasm washed over her, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, her juices mixing with the shower water. She clung to him, shaking.

— Now me, — Damion said, his cock hard again, the hot water running down his chest. — On your knees.

Elena knelt on the shower floor, the hot water pounding down on her back. Damion’s thick cock stood in front of her face, water streaming off it.

— Suck it, — he ordered.

She took him into her mouth, the hot water running over both of them. She deepthroated him, her throat squeezing around his shaft, water splashing everywhere. She bobbed her head fast, hungry, moaning around him.

— Fuck, — Damion groaned, his hands in her wet hair. — Even in the shower. You’re insatiable.

Elena sucked him harder, her tongue working, her throat rippling. His cock throbbed in her mouth, pulsing, and she knew he was close.

— I’m going to come on your face again, — he warned. — Open up.

He pulled out, and Elena opened her mouth wide, tilting her face up. The hot water ran down her face as Damion stroked his cock, and his cum shot out in thick ropes across her face — her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. The shower water mixed with it, running in white streams down her skin.

— Fuck yes, — Damion groaned. — Even in the shower, covered in my cum.

Elena licked her lips, catching the drops before the water washed them away, swallowing. She sucked his head clean, her tongue swirling, making sure she got every last drop.

— All of it, — she said, looking up at him through the water. — Every last drop. Again.

Damion pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her lips, the hot water pouring over both of them.

— You’re perfect, — he said against her mouth. — My perfect, filthy, beautiful girl.

— I’m yours, — Elena said. — Every drop of you is mine, and every drop of me is yours.

He held her under the hot water, both of them clean and spent, her body still tingling everywhere his cum had touched her. She had gotten exactly what she asked for — every last drop, everywhere — and she had loved every second of it.

— Tomorrow, — Damion said, wrapping her in a towel, — we do it all again.

— Promise? — Elena asked, smiling.

— Promise, — he said, and kissed her cum-tasting lips once more.

Back in bed, clean and wrapped in each other’s arms, Elena couldn’t stop touching him. Her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach, and found his cock already hardening again.

— You can’t be serious, — Damion laughed.

— I’m always serious about your cock, — Elena said, sliding down his body.

She took him into her mouth, deepthroating him slowly, her throat squeezing. Damion groaned, his hands in her hair. She bobbed her head, faster and faster, her tongue working, determined to get one more load.

— Fuck, — Damion groaned. — You’re going to drain me dry.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, taking him deep into her throat. His cock throbbed, pulsed, and then he erupted down her throat. Elena swallowed every drop, gulping, her throat working, not wasting a single one.

— Every last drop, — she said, licking her lips, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

— You’re going to be the death of me, — Damion said, pulling her up and kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

— Worth it, — Elena whispered against his lips. — Every drop was worth it.

They fell asleep tangled together, her head on his chest, the taste of him still on her tongue. She had gotten exactly what she begged for — every last drop, everywhere — and she dreamed of doing it all again tomorrow, every drop, every single time, forever and always hers. Damion held her through the night, his hand resting on her hip, already planning new ways to cover his perfect girl in every last drop he had, and she would beg for every single one, hungry and devoted and completely, utterly his in every way that mattered.