Info - Timothée with a mustache, needy Timmy. Not cumming for 64 days, refilling balls, lots of cum, oral (Fem receiving), cum drunk, unprotected sex, eating out after being cummed inside, making reader lick cum off mustache
"Timmy!" I said in surprise when I picked him up at the airport. He was sporting a mustache and a new haircut. He looked dashing and very French.
"Do you like it? I thought I'd try it out," he smirked.
"Yes, I love it, you're so handsome," I said. I kissed him delicately but it seemed he had other plans. He rutted his hips forward into mine, and I felt his hard length.
"Timothée," I chuckled.
"Been thinking of you so much, you live rent free in my mind. I haven't fucked you in so long," he whined.
"Then why don't we go to the bathroom so you can fill me with cum," I giggled.
"Oh can we?" He begged.
"Yes," I said. He was yanking me desperately. Finally we were in the bathroom and it was locked.
"Sixty four days," he gritted out.
"What?" I asked as he pulled up my dress.
"That's how many days it takes balls to be completely full. I haven't made myself cum in sixty four days. I have eight billion sperm for you, but I bet you can drain me in one go with your goddess like pussy," he whispered and then shoved himself inside me to the hilt.
"Oh Timothée, the things you say make me dizzy with need," I whined. His thrusts were so deep. He captured my lips. I was panting into his mouth because it felt so damn good.
"How did you do it, you love to cum?" I asked him, my hand running down his body to squeeze his swollen balls.
"Thinking of filling you, the way my load would be huge, how good your pussy would feel compared to my hand, that's how," he gasped.
"You feel so good, I missed you so much. You've got to come with me next time, please, I can't live without you and this perfect pussy," he whined desperately.
"Yes, yes, oh Timmy, your huge balls are slapping me. You have so much cum for me don't you," I whimpered, just as needy as him.
"Every single sperm is wriggling, dying to get where they belong, inside your perfect cunt," he moaned.
"And I think I'm gonna!" He couldn't finish as his cock exploded. Rope after rope and it didn't seem like he was stopping anytime soon. He just kept whining and cumming. I was so turned on I screamed and my pussy clenched around him desperately.
"Mon amour, I can't stop! I can't stop cumming in your pussy, I feel like I'm transferring my soul to you through my cock!"
"It's okay, it's good, it's so fucking good!" I cried. With a final thrust his hose of a cock stopped cumming.
"Fifteen," I said dazedly, absolutely cum drunk. He was on his knees in an instant. He was lapping at me, then pushing his cum deeper inside me with his tongue. When he really dove in I realized his mustache had other benefits. It was very stimulating.
"Oh your juice, it's the best thing I've ever tasted," he moaned. The sound vibrated in my cunt.
"Timmy, your mustache, feels so good," I whined.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned in my pussy. I felt so blissed out that I shamelessly humped his face, he seemed to like that because he grabbed handfuls of my ass to urge me forward.
"Timothée I'm going to come!" I whimpered. My hips jutted forward with the strength of my orgasm. I was gasping and feeling up my breasts as I came.
"That was so good," I breathed. He stood up with a smirk, his new mustache was slick.
"Lick our cum off my mustache," he ordered.
"What!" I said in shock of his dirty mind.
"I said," he moved closer, still smirking. "Lick it off."
I moved forward and my tongue lapped at the hair. I moaned.
"I need to get you home."
