Julien could feel the telltale tingling and tightening in his heavy balls, the way they drew up close to his body as his orgasm approached. "Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice a low, desperate rasp as he gazed down at Amelie's straining face. But to his dismay, she seemed too lost in her own desperate haze of lust and need, too focused on sucking and swallowing around his throbbing shaft to hear his warning.
Julien cursed under his breath, a string of French expletives falling from his lips as he tried to pull out, to yank his aching, pulsing cock from the tight, clutching heat of Amelie's throat. But it was too late. With a guttural, animalistic roar, Julien felt his orgasm crash over him like a tidal wave, the intense pleasure radiating out from his core and consuming his entire being.
He forced his shaft out of Amelie's mouth, the thick, swollen head popping free with a lewd, wet sound. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering across Amelie's flushed, tear-stained cheeks and chin, coating her lips and nose and eyes in his sticky, pungent seed.
Amelie gasped and choked, her emerald eyes widening in shock as the first blast of Julien's cum hit her face. She could feel the hot, viscous fluid dripping down her cheeks, her chin, her neck, even landing in her hair and on her heaving breasts. The musky, slightly bitter scent filled her nostrils, making her head spin with the intensity of it.
Julien's mind reeled as he watched Amelie's reaction, taking in the debauched, utterly fucked-out expression on her beautiful face. "Mon dieu, look at her," he thought to himself, his voice a low, awed rasp in his mind. "Covered in my cum, gasping and panting like a wanton whore. Damnit, what have I done."
Amelie blinked, her emerald eyes fluttering open as she came back to herself, hazy and dazed from the lack of oxygen and the intense sensation of choking on Julien's massive cock. She could feel the sticky, warm fluid dripping down her face, clinging to her skin and hair. Instinctively, she stuck out her little pink tongue, trying to lick a stray glob of cum from the corner of her mouth.
"Mmm, you taste so good," Amelie purred, her voice a low, seductive rasp as she gazed up at Julien through hooded, lust-drunk eyes. "I could get used to having your cum dripping down my face."
But Julien was already reaching for the hem of his shirt, his muscular arms stretching the fabric taut as he tugged it over his head. He tossed it to the side, revealing his chiseled chest and abs, before gently wiping the sticky seed from Amelie's face with the soft, worn cotton.
"Don't lick it up," Julien commanded, his voice a low, rough rasp as he carefully cleaned her cheeks, her chin, her lips, making sure to remove every last trace of his release. "It's filthy, Amelie. You shouldn't put something like that in your mouth."
Amelie just smirked, a wicked, playful grin tugging at her kiss-swollen lips as she gazed up at Julien, her eyes glinting with mischief and amusement. "Filthy?" she repeated, her voice a low, mocking purr as she reached out, wrapping her slender fingers around Julien's still-hard, cum-slick shaft. She could feel it throbbing and pulsing in her grip, the thick length hot and heavy and ready for more.
"How can something that comes out of this pretty thing be filthy?" Amelie asked, squeezing Julien's cock gently, feeling it twitch and jerk in her stroking grip. She leaned in closer, her lips hovering a mere breath away from the swollen, purplish head, now slick with a mix of her saliva and his cum. "It tastes divine," Amelie murmured, her warm breath ghosting over Julien's sensitive flesh, making it twitch and leap in her hand. She could see the way it glistened in the low light, the thick shaft coated in a sheen of sweat, saliva, and semen. The sight made her mouth water all over again, eager for another taste.
Julien grabbed Amelie's chin firmly, his long fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tilted her face up to look at him. His dark eyes bore into hers, intense and serious as he spoke. "I mean it, Amelie," he said, his voice a low, commanding rasp. "You shouldn't lick or swallow a man's semen. It's not... it's not good for you."
Amelie sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she gazed up at Julien. "Oh, Julien," she teased, her voice a low, mocking purr. "You're so boring sometimes. Can't we just have a little fun?" She punctuated her words by giving his still-hard cock a firm squeeze, feeling it throb and pulse in her stroking grip.
Before Julien could respond, Amelie had pushed him down onto the bed, his muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. She crawled over him, straddling his hips with her thick, creamy thighs as she reached for the bedside table.
"I have a better idea," Amelie purred, her voice a low, seductive rasp as she rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a foil packet. She held it up, the condom glinting in the low light as she tore it open with her teeth. "Why don't you just lay back and let me ride you?"
Julien could only groan in response, his head falling back against the pillow as he gazed up at Amelie through hooded, lust-filled eyes. He could feel the heat of her core pressing down against his aching, throbbing shaft.
Amelie smirked, a wicked, hungry grin playing across her kiss-swollen lips as she tore open the condom packet with her teeth. She pulled out the latex ring, holding it up as she hovered over Julien's straining, pulsing cock. With a slow, teasing smile, she rolled the condom down his thick, veined shaft, her slender fingers working the latex sheath over every ridge and contour until it was snugly in place. "There," Amelie purred, admiring her handiwork as she sat back on her heels, straddling Julien's hips. "Now I can ride you properly, without any mess." She reached down, gripping Julien's sheathed shaft and lining it up with her dripping, aching entrance.
With a low moan, she sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch into her tight, clutching heat. "Ohhh Julien," Amelie gasped, her head falling back in ecstasy as she felt him stretching and filling her so completely. "You feel even bigger inside my pussy than in my mouth." She began to roll her hips, grinding down against him as she started to ride him with slow, sensual undulations. "Je vais te faire perdre la tête," she breathed, her voice a low, seductive purr.
Amelie gasped and moaned, her back arching as she slowly sank down onto Julien's massive, condom-sheathed cock. "Mon dieu, I can't believe I took that monster inside me in one go," she thought to herself, marveling at her own feat. "But then again, my poor little cunt has seen its fair share of dicks. It's about time it learned to stretch and accommodate."
She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of Julien's shaft dragging along her velvety walls, the latex of the condom providing a delicious friction that made her shudder and gasp. "Oh, he's so deep inside me," Amelie panted internally, feeling the head of his cock kissing her cervix, the sensation of it stretching her so utterly full making her toes curl. "I can feel him in my womb. It's like he's trying to rearrange my guts."
As Amelie began to roll her hips, grinding down against Julien's pelvis, she could feel her pussy clenching and fluttering around his girthy length. "Shit, I'm still so fucking tight," she gasped to herself, amazed at the way her muscles gripped and squeezed his shaft, as if trying to milk him for all he was worth. "But god, he's stretching me out so much. I can feel every ridge and vein dragging along my cunt, rubbing against my walls in the most delicious way."
She could feel the heat building in her core, the ache of arousal and pleasure radiating out from her stretched, stuffed hole as she rode Julien with increasing fervor. "I wonder if I can make him cum again," Amelie thought to herself, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she gazed down at Julien's handsome, flushed features. "I bet I can. I'll just keep squeezing and grinding on his fat cock until he can't help but explode inside me."
Amelie leaned down, bracing her hands on Julien's muscular chest as she began to bounce on his shaft with more enthusiasm, her heavy tits jiggling and swaying with each thrust. Amelie dug her nails into Julien's muscular chest, the sharp points sinking into his skin as she rode him with wild abandon. Her hips surged forward, slamming down onto his pelvis with a lewd slapping sound that filled the room, punctuated by her increasingly desperate moans and gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Amelie cried out, her voice a high, keening wail as she chased her pleasure, lost in a haze of lust and need. "Tu es si profond en moi, Julien! Ah, tu me remplis si bien!" Her pussy clenched and rippled around his shaft, the wet, velvety walls squeezing him like a vice as she impaled herself on his length over and over again. Julien could only groan and curse in response, his head falling back against the pillow as he gazed up at Amelie through hooded, dark eyes. He could see the desperate, almost feral look on her face, the way her tits bounced and jiggled with each rough, violent thrust of her hips.