Sweet Betty Parlour - Family s3cr3t (Part 2)

The warmth of his cock nestled against your gag reflex as you prepared for the ultimate descent into depravity. Your eyes lingered on the tiny globs of ass-sweat and cum coating his shaft, anticipating the moment when their taste would awaken your senses. You closed your eyes, taken aback by the intense desire coursing through your veins. You were ready to worship every inch of his filthy body, to bask in the perverse pleasure that only he could provide.

As you opened your mouth wide, inviting his cockhead to touch the back of your throat, you felt a surge of power rush through you. It was the same sensation you got every time you tasted his sickening concoction of cum and shit, mixed together by his putrid ass. You had never experienced anything quite like it, and you knew that this was what you were meant to do. You were his personal toilet, his human dumpster, and you loved every minute of it.

Without hesitation, you engulfed his cockhead, feeling the thick, warm liquids rush down your throat. You welcomed the nauseating taste, the salty tang mingling with the metallic flavor of his cock. Your nose twitched, anticipating the noxious odor that always followed. But this time, there was something different. Something... off.

Moaning softly, you pulled back, sucking on his shaft as you tried to place the peculiar scent. You looked up at him, confusion etched on your face. "What is it, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with arousal. "Do you not like it?"

You shook your head, unable to put your finger on the elusive scent. "No, no, it's not that. It's just... different. But I love it. I do." You smiled reassuringly, running a finger along the tiny crease of his ass before stuffing it back into your mouth. "Now, show me how much you love it too."

With a growl, he grabbed your head, pushing you down onto his cock until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged, feeling the familiar burn as he fucked your mouth. You moaned, your body starting to shake with anticipation as you waited for the moment when you could taste his ass again.

Just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pulled out, his cock dripping with your saliva. He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Tell me what you really, really want."

You struggled against his grasp, the taste of his cock making you crazy. "I want your cum," you managed to croak out. "I want to taste your dirty hole. I want it all."

With a pleased grunt, he slapped your ass, the sound echoing in the small room. He grabbed your hair and roughly pulled your head towards his cock. "Say it again," he growled. "Tell me you want my cum."

You moaned, your throat vibrating around his cock as you repeated your request. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he fucked your throat, his cock hitting the back of your nose as he reached deeper into your throat. You could feel the pre-cum dripping onto your tongue, mixing with your saliva as you opened your mouth wider, desperate for more.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with your drool. You whimpered, your mind filled with thoughts of him filling your ass with his cum. As he smeared the precum from your face to his cock, he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You're such a dirty little whore," he moaned, his voice thick with lust. "Now, suck my balls."

Without hesitation, you moved down between his legs, taking his balls into your mouth. You rolled them around, feeling the weight of them in your hand, the faint tremors that ran through his legs. You knew that it was almost time, that he was close to cumming.

As you felt his fingers dig into your shoulder, you knew that it was showtime. You pulled back, staring up at him, your eyes locked onto his. He grunted, pushing you down onto your knees. You opened your mouth wide, your tongue dancing across the tip of his cock, waiting for the warm, thick liquid to erupt from his pores.

And then it came, a torrent of hot cum that sprayed across your face, your tongue, your lips. You didn't mind the taste of his jism, knowing that it was a mixture of his cum and the filth from his ass. You lapped at him greedily, taking every drop into your mouth, wanting to taste every bit of his essence.

As the last drops settled on your tongue, you looked up at him, your face covered in his cum. You smiled, feeling the intensity of his gaze as he watched you lick your lips, savoring the taste of him. "Was that what you wanted?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Did you get everything you needed, baby?"

You nodded slowly, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over you. "Yes," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat. "Thank you, my love." And with that, you leaned in, pressing your filthy mouth against his filthy cock, determined to show him just how much you truly loved him.