The moment my prejac boyfriend finished inside me, I couldn’t wait to dive into the messy, intimate aftermath. This was our first time really indulging in cumplay together, and I was ready to make every drop count. As he pulled out, thick ropes of hot cum spilled over my lips and chin, glistening and dripping with sticky sweetness. I looked up at him with hungry eyes, licking my lips slowly before leaning in for a wet cum kiss that tasted like raw desire and lust. Our mouths connected, and the salty, warm fluids mixed between our tongues, a perfect snowball kiss that sealed our filthy, erotic bond.
He grinned, pride swelling in his chest as I eagerly took every last drop, my tongue swirling and sucking to clean him up. The taste was intoxicating—pure, unfiltered masculinity that made my pussy ache even more. My hands slid down his thighs, fingers grazing over his heavy balls while my lips stayed glued to his spooge-covered mouth. I pulled back just enough to suck and bite his lower lip, tasting every slick, wet inch of him. The wet cum kiss wasn’t just about taste; it was a deep connection, a desperate exchange of passion and filthy affection.
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I moved my mouth lower, tracing sloppy kisses down his shaft, licking off every sticky bead of cum that had dripped onto his dick. He moaned, gripping my hair as I sucked his wet cock, eager to please him after his messy release. Then I looked up, eyes burning with lust, ready to take the next step—the snowball kiss. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, mixing our shared fluids until my own mouth was dripping with his cum. The raw, unfiltered taste of him filled every corner of my senses, and I shivered with hunger.
Our tongues tangled, sliding over each other’s cum-slicked lips in a filthy, passionate dance. He groaned deep in his throat, rolling his hips to press even harder against my face. I took control, swirling my tongue inside his mouth, licking his teeth, and capturing every last drop of wetness. The snowball kiss was messy, unrefined, and dripping with desire—exactly how I wanted our first cum cleanup to be.
Finally, I pulled back, my lips swollen and dripping with his seed, and smiled up at him. His cock was still throbbing, and he wasted no time sliding back inside me, fucking me deep and hard as I tasted him again and again. This wasn’t just cleanup—it was an erotic ritual of love, lust, and unbreakable connection, sealed by the wet cum kiss and our first dirty snowball kiss together.
Every sloppy lick, every deep suck, every sloppy kiss was a promise: this was only the beginning of our cum-soaked adventures.
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