Maury bit my bottom lip before he quickly got up and found the half empty tube. Settling back on my lap, he squirted a whole bunch over both our cocks and let me return to bringing us off as he went back to making a meal of my mouth.
He moved with me, hips circling slowly and pumping into my hands. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done with anyone. It felt so good. So right. We pulled away briefly, panting in each other’s faces as I moved a little faster now, both our hips working hard, and a little sweat beading on our foreheads.
Maury’s rhythm became irregular, and then suddenly his back arched and he shot a high arc of cum into the air, some of it landing on my face and the rest on my shirt.
“Shit, Tory, shit!” he said, endlessly spewing cream as if he’d been backed up forever. I was close, but before I could finish, Maury slapped my hand away and took over with his fist, pulling firmly on my dick as he licked my face clean of cum, then fed it to me.