“Be careful or I’ll cum on your face,” I warned her. Over and over she did this. Indian sex I held her hair tight in one hand and her neck with the other. The sting of the pop and the feeling of my meat slapping into her face were glorious. It was strange of her to say that, but I took no offense. I had never blown my load on a girl’s face before and the thought of it made my heart race and made my bone pulse against her soft skin. These resting periods would be followed by a few weeks of the most intense and satisfying sex I’ve ever had followed by escalating arguments until we needed another break. I was hoping that at any minute she would slide her head down, and take a deep gasp of air which had become almost like a signature sound for her prior to gobbling cock. I should have gotten completely out of the relationship sooner. She would use her fingernails to claw my shaft and then pull the skin of my ball sack almost to the point of pain. I considered warning her that I was about to cum so she would have the option of telling me to let her go but she’d already been notified at this point and all I wanted
