Chapter 123: A good cum dump (R-18)
"Man, I can never get enough of that expression..." Max said, keeping the camera focused on her.
"Look into the camera," he added with a grin. "When I watch this later, I want to see that exact look in your eyes."
Yennefer responded with another sharp glare.
With the little assistance Max had given her earlier, she continued moving steadily from base to tip, maintaining the stretched expression that kept her lips tightly sealed around him.
The tight pressure of her lips sent another wave of pleasure through Max, and with every movement, he could feel his orgasm creeping closer.
Then there was the tight pressure around the entrance of her throat, combined with the suction from her mouth as she continued moving back and forth.
Every movement brought another wave of sensation, while the muffled sounds from her throat made it painfully obvious just how much effort she was putting into keeping up with him.
Meanwhile, her tongue never seemed to stop moving. Even as she continued slowly, she kept tracing deliberate movements, lingering against him and leaving everything thoroughly coated with her saliva.
Despite the slow pace, the suction was strong enough that Max’s hips practically lifted from the bed. A moan escaped him as he looked toward her eyes on the phone screen, which were staring daggers at him.
"damn.....you really do make good cum dummp...."
"Sucking cum staright from my balls.." He said as his hips jerked, and without any warning, she suddenly found her mouth full of warm liquid.
The unexpected surprise left her momentarily frozen, as though her body needed a second to process what had just happened.
She instinctively tried to pull back in surprise, but Max’s hands were already holding her in place. The sudden sensation brought back an uncomfortable memory of the first time he’d done something like this, and his familiar scent immediately filled her nose again.
Her eyes watered as Max released a large amount of semen down her throat, leaving her struggling to keep her composure. Even so, she found herself swallowing instinctively, her hands gripping his thighs tightly.
She wasn’t struggling at all. Her lips remained tightly sealed as she maintained a firm suction, refusing to let anything escape. Even after Max removed his hands, she continued on her own, moving her head back and forth with an even steadier rhythm.
Max’s breathing grew heavier.
"Yeah... that’s it. suck everything out..." he moaned, his voice breaking slightly. "Damn... with skills like that, your husband must’ve had a hard time keeping up with you."
She kept going, swallowing what remained simply because she already knew Max would ask her to anyway. Besides, cleaning up another mess sounded like considerably more work.
It wasn’t as though she was completely unused to the taste anymore. The problem was that Max had apparently decided to produce enough to make her question whether his body had some sort of bottomless storage compartment.
And, annoyingly...
She didn’t hate the taste.
But she absolutely hated him bringing up her husband.
The worst part was that Max wasn’t entirely wrong.
Her husband had rarely had much energy left for anything else after spending so much time catering to her blowjobs.
She finished cleaning him up, making sure there was nothing left that Max could later complain about—or, more likely, demand she deal with again.
When she finally pulled back, she wiped the remaining saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked down at the result of her work.
It was less rigid than before, but somehow still looked annoyingly impressive.
Even half-relaxed, it was still far too large for something that was supposed to be taking a break.
Yennefer stared at it for a moment, realizing with mild irritation that she’d gotten far too close to the subject to judge it objectively.
Max noticed her expression.
"Satisfied?"
"’Satisfied’? Not a chance in hell."
Max shook his head with a wide grin.
"You could spend all day sucking me off and it still won’t be enough."
With that, he finally stopped recording, ending the video on a close shot of her plump lips.
Yennefer immediately got to her feet, wiping her face once more as she gave him an irritated look.
"Well, dream on..." Yennefer muttered, picking up her nightgown. "That was the last time I’m ever doing anything like that for you."
She slipped the gown back over herself before giving Max an irritated look.
"I’ll find you some rich, slut woman today. You can bother her with your nonsense all day—or all week, if she survives your degenerted demands."
Max didn’t mind.
There was absolutely no chance in hell that Yennefer’s dramatic declaration was going to be the last time he got anything out of her.
He followed her toward the washroom with a grin.
"About those women..." he called after her. "Don’t forget to send me some details. You know—names, backgrounds, and anything else that might help me avoid accidentally choosing the one who’d murder me afterward."
"I can’t promise that..." she said, giving him an annoyed look.
Max grinned and reached out to grab her butt.
"But beggars can’t be choosers..."
Yennefer immediately swatted his hand away and straightened her robe.
"I’m going to clean up. You can make your way outside."
Of course, Max politely ignored her very clear request to leave. "Rude..." he muttered as he followed her into the bathroom. "I ran all the way here. I’m sweaty too, so I need to clean up just as much as you do."
"Really?" Yennefer asked, giving him an amused but irritated look. She picked up a toothbrush and began putting some toothpaste on it before casually adding, "Do your chest and mouth smell like semen too?"
She glanced at him over her shoulder.
"If not, then fuck off, would you?"
Max only grinned and continued following her into the bathroom, completely ignoring the fact that he was still naked.
Apparently, his penis had decided it wasn’t interested in taking hints either, slowly becoming aroused again as though the previous round had never happened.