The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part LXXII: Wasn't Done With That

LXXII: Liam

Liam

Liam's heart hammered against his ribs as he shot load after load down Blake's throat and watched with amazement as Blake came with his cock down her throat.

He couldn't believe he'd just slapped her pussy like that. He hadn't really even thought of it. The memory of Blake telling him to slap her pussy had just flashed through his head as he'd cum down her throat, and the next thing he knew, there was a loud, wet smack as he slapped her pussy.

Apparently, that had been the exact right thing to do.

Blake moaned around his cock, nearly overstimulating him as she writhed beneath him on the bed, nails digging into his ass almost painfully.

Liam was nearing the end of his orgasm, and knew Blake probably needed to breathe at some point, but he didn't want to pull out. Her throat, her mouth—they just felt too fucking good around his cock.

He glanced down between Blake's legs again, gazing for a moment at her shining, soaking wet pussy and the wet spot on the sheets beneath it. He raised his fingers to his lips, sucking off her delicious arousal, then found himself curious.

He slapped Blake's pussy again. And again.

Blake's legs quivered, thighs snapping shut as her hips bucked and she moaned, almost growling around his softening cock. The vibrations were incredible, prolonging his orgasm just a bit further.

Taking a deep breath, Liam gazed down at Blake, and felt his cock twitch in her throat. Seeing her on her back like this—chest flushed, pale, toned skin seeming to shine in the dim light, legs and abs flexing as she rode out her orgasm...

Fuck.

Liam was pretty sure this was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. And that was saying a lot where Blake was concerned. Even the bulge of his cock in her throat—

Liam's eyes bulged, and he stepped back, pulling his cock all the way out of Blake's mouth.

She responded with a deep, heaving gasp and a few coughs.

"Shit, Blake," Liam started, "I'm sorry, I—"

"Wasn't done with that," Blake coughed, voice thick and raw.

Liam frowned, "Huh?"

Blake coughed a few more times, then took a few deep breaths as she rolled over and sat up, still a bit twitchy.

Liam's throat grew tight. Blake's mouth, nose and cheeks glistened with spit, and her eyes were dark where her make-up had run. Her beautiful blue eyes were a little red and shining as well.

He stepped toward her, "Blake, I—"

She held up a hand, coughing again, then reached for a few tissues and wiped the spit off her face. Liam waited, nervous.

Blake blinked up at him once she was done, then for some reason, she smiled at him.

"My make-up is totally fucked, isn't it?"

Blake frowned, reaching up to her neck.

"Fuck," she said, voice raw and scratchy, "Yeah, probably should have guessed that would happen." She smiled up at him again, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Do I sound all sexy like Phoebe did in Friends when she was sick? Or is my voice just scratchy and annoying?"

Liam blinked, shaking his head.

"What? Blake, you—"

She cut him off with a raised eyebrow.