Emma had been in the middle of a dream about her boyfriend when she suddenly found her hands pinned to her belly and a cock pounding down her throat. For a couple seconds, she struggled, but then remembered that her mother had brought home a man the night before.
“That’s right. These guys always end up fucking me the next morning,” she thought. “This has to be Dave. Dave always pins my hands and fucks my throat so hard I think I’ll pass out from not being able to breathe…”
“It’s so much more fun visiting your mother since you turned eighteen,” he said.
“Yeah… that’s Dave,” she thought. “I wonder if he’ll cum in my mouth this time or on my shirt again.”
He pushed his thick cock all the way in, his balls resting on her nose and almost completely cutting off what little air she could breathe around the rod lodged in her throat. Just as her vision began to fade into an inky grey, he pulled free.
She felt the hot splash of his cum on her face and then the cooling pool seeping through her shirt onto her petite tits.
“Thanks for the face fuck, slut,” he said, zipping up his pants and wandering out of her bedroom.
“Damn it, Dave! This is my favorite shirt,” she muttered.
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