Messy Facesitting: Wet and Comfortable Between My Legs

There is no better place for a man to be than between my thighs and underneath me, as I start a messy facesitting session.

Jon lay back on the bed, his eyes bright and wide as I began a messy facesitting session. My pussy was nice and wet as I sat right on his head. I smiled as I moved my thighs on the other side of his head, and lowered my bushy pussy right over his face.

I like to keep my pussy trim, you see. Besides, Jon had no complaints, rubbing his face all over my bush and breathing heavily. Then, he ran his tongue all over my folds, teasing me just a little. Soon, though, I felt his tongue much deeper down- right on my outer labia, where I wanted him.

The entire time, my pussy continued to drip, adding to the wetness of our mess. Since he was doing what I wanted, I rewarded Jon by running my fingers through his hair. My acrylic nails ran over his scalp.

“That’s a good boy,” I told him, adjusting my hips to cover his mouth further. He continued tonguing my labia, with strong strokes, trying his best to please me. I kept my gaze on him from above, watching this man enjoy his messy facesitting.

“You know your place, don’t you?” I asked him, pulling at his hair slightly. He moaned and nodded, which was muffled by my cunt. “Good boy.”

Whether he was hard or not, I had no idea. I didn’t care.

Then, he pushed his tongue even further inside my labia, and I groaned. His lips started sucking on my clit while his tongue flickered over it. My fingers tightened around his hair. In response, I shifted my hips to give him more access. It didn’t matter that more access meant a little less air. That’s the curse of messy facesitting, anyway.

Jon’s face underneath my bush and between my thighs only made my arousal grow. I wiggled my hips to get him deeper, aware that even his ears were now pressed up against my thighs. Still, he kept one hand on my thigh and the other began to push inside my vaginal opening.

His index finger slipped right in, and he curled it to press into my G-spot. He began to massage it with his finger while his tongue flickered over my clit, all while sucking. The combination drove me wild, and I moaned as he continued.

I could feel his nose against my perineum and his cheeks on my thighs, while I continued to grip his hair. The heat between my legs continued to build, while my pussy dripped all over his face in our messy facesitting session.

My hips ground into his face as I tried to stay upright during the messy facesitting session.

But my thighs were trembling, ready to collapse.

My orgasm was quickly building, and I knew that I wouldn’t last long.

“I’m so close,” I groaned, pulling his hair. His tongue picked up the pace, his jaw moving to give me more friction as well.  My toes curled in pleasure, and I bit my lip, moaning.

Finally, with another swipe of his tongue over my clit, I came hard. I could feel my inner walls tightening around his finger, still inside me. My body twitched with the power of the orgasm, and I ground down on his face, giving him one last sensation of a messy facesitting.

His reward for eating me so good? Not only that privilege of me sitting on him but also later he was cuming inside my pussy!

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