“Cumming, Peter. Cumming,” she yelled out before launching into a diatribe in her Slavic language. Petra lurched forward with a shudder, pushing his head away from her pussy.

“No more, sweetie. Wait,” she said, crawling further down his body. Her mouth kissed his shaft with long, drenching licks. He was tight and primed, and felt himself begin to lose control the moment she encapsulated his cock into her mouth. Petra plied her fingers to his jellied sack, coaxing the pleasure from him as she dipped her head forward and back up.

“Pet…Petra. Oh God, baby, I’m coming. Please, baby, I’m coming,” he rasped out, one hand grabbing her forearm while the other wrenched at the flesh on her bottom. She moaned, letting saliva thicken in sheets along his shaft as she prepared to drink down his load.

His cum jetted out of Peter in long, almost painful ropes. Petra continued to lick and suck the underside of his shaft as more cum billowed and clumped down onto her nose. Petra giggled as Peter clawed the bed sheets.