“Please come on me, Mr. Hastings. Drench me with your cum.” I beg, pushing my bottom lip out to pout. I hear the hurried snap of his button and unzipping before he steps closer. His chest presses against my shins. I look down to see his beautiful cock in his hands, stroking it slowly. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks, his voice thick with arousal. I shake my head, catching the disappointment swirling in his eyes. “I want you to come on me. Come on my tits, face, stomach, my pussy. I want to see it. Make me messy.”
