Cheating Girlfriend Feeds Him Creampies

Carmen stretched languidly across the rumpled sheets of Ravi's wide bed, her 22-year-old body still thrumming from the thorough fucking he'd just given her. At twenty-two she knew exactly how stunning she looked—full tits that bounced heavy and perfect, a tight toned ass that turned heads everywhere, long dark hair spilled over sweat-slicked shoulders, and a face that made men stutter. Far hotter than her boyfriend Felix, and she never let herself forget it. She rolled onto her side, feeling the thick warm load of Ravi's cum already starting to leak from her well-used pussy, coating her inner thighs in sticky strands.

Ravi stood at the edge of the bed pulling on his jeans, that massive cock of his still half-hard and glistening. Carmen eyed it with open hunger. Eight thick inches easy, veiny, the kind of heavy dick that stretched her open and made her forget everything else. She'd been sneaking over to his place for months now, ever since that first night he bent her over his kitchen counter and ruined her for anything smaller. Felix's dick was nothing like this—sweet, average at best, the kind she could take without effort and still feel a little empty afterward. But Felix loved her. He was kind, steady, always ready to drop to his knees and bury his face between her legs the second she asked. That part she adored. The way his tongue worked her clit, the way he moaned when she sat fully on his face and smothered him until he could barely breathe. She loved him for that. Truly. The guilt still flickered sometimes, a soft ache in her chest when she pictured his eager smile waiting at home. Yet the second a real cock filled her she pushed it down. She craved this too much. Big dicks. Hard deep thrusts. The flood of hot cum left dripping out of her. She couldn't stop.

"You're leaking already," Ravi said, voice rough with satisfaction as he watched a thick white rope slide down her thigh. He reached between her legs, scooped some of his own creampie onto two fingers, and pushed it back inside her swollen cunt. Carmen gasped, hips rolling up to meet the intrusion.

"Keep it in me," she whispered. "I want it dripping the whole way home."

He grinned and fucked his fingers in and out slowly, stirring the mess, then pulled free and slapped her ass. "Go on then. Give that little boyfriend of yours a treat."

Carmen sat up, thighs pressed together, feeling the heavy wetness shift and threaten to spill. She tugged her tight dress back on without panties—she'd left them in Ravi's bathroom hours ago—and smoothed the fabric over her curves. Her pussy lips were puffy, sensitive, still gaping slightly from the pounding. Every step toward the door sent another warm trickle down her leg. She kissed Ravi hard, tasting herself on his mouth, then slipped out into the night.

In the Uber she kept her knees locked, phone already in hand. The driver had no idea. She opened her messages to Felix and felt that familiar mix of affection and wicked heat. He was such a good boyfriend. Patient. Devoted. Always hard for her even though she rarely let him fuck her anymore; she preferred his mouth. And God, he loved sitting under her. Loved when she used his face like a seat and ground down until his tongue was buried and his nose crushed against her clit.

She typed: Baby I'm so fucking horny right now. My pussy is soaked. I need your tongue the second I walk in the door.

The reply came fast, just like she knew it would. Felix: Fuck yes. I've been thinking about you all night. Come sit on my face. Please.

Carmen smiled, shifting in the back seat so another pulse of Ravi's cum eased out of her. She could feel it pooling against the seat of her dress. She texted back: I'm dripping down my thighs already. So wet and ready for you. I can barely wait. You're going to bury that tongue so deep tonight.

Felix: God Carmen you're killing me. How wet? Tell me.

She bit her lip, thighs squeezing. The creampie was thick, still warm in places, mixing with her own juices. She could smell herself faintly even in the car. She wrote: Disgustingly wet. Sloppy. My cunt is throbbing and open. I need you to lick every drop. I want to smother you with it. Sit right on your face and not let you up until I've come all over your mouth.

His response was instant and desperate: Yes. Do it. Use me. I'll be on the couch ready. Mouth open. Cock hard just from thinking about your pussy on me.

Carmen's nipples tightened under her dress. She pictured him there—smaller frame than Ravi, average face she still found sweet, that modest dick of his probably already stiff and leaking in his pants. He never complained. He just worshipped. And she was going to give him exactly what he loved most, only better. Fuller. Filthier. The guilt tried to surface again—he deserved better than a girlfriend who raced home still stuffed with another man's load—but the ache between her legs drowned it. She loved big cocks too much. Loved the stretch, the way Ravi had held her hips and slammed deep until she screamed, the way he'd flooded her until she felt owned. Felix would never know the difference if she played it right. Or maybe he would taste it and still dive in deeper because he was hers and he lived for this.

The car turned onto their street. Carmen texted one more time, teasing him higher: Almost home. My pussy is pulsing. So fucking creamy and swollen. You're going to drown in me tonight. Get ready to eat.

Felix: I'm hard as fuck. Hurry. I need to taste you.

She paid the driver, stepped out carefully, feeling fresh cum slide down the inside of one thigh and cool against her skin. The short walk to their apartment door made it worse—each step a wet reminder of Ravi's thick cock and the load still packed inside her. She unlocked the door with shaking fingers, heart racing not from nerves but from pure dirty anticipation. Inside, the living room light was on. Felix was waiting exactly as promised, already on the couch, eyes bright with pure hunger the moment he saw her.

Carmen shut the door, leaned back against it for a second, and let him look. Her dress clung to damp thighs. She knew he could smell her from across the room—that rich, musky, used scent. She crooked a finger.

"Come here and get on your back," she said, voice low and commanding. "I need that tongue right now."

He moved fast, peeling his shirt off, lying down on the cushions with his head tilted back, mouth already parting. His small cock tented his sweatpants obscenely. Carmen walked over slowly, deliberately, feeling another heavy drip escape her cunt and trail lower. She hiked the dress up around her waist, baring herself completely—no panties, just bare swollen lips shiny with mixed cum and arousal, a visible string of white still clinging between them.

Felix's eyes locked on her pussy and he groaned like a man starving. "Fuck, baby. You're dripping. Let me have it."

She climbed onto the couch, knees bracketing his head, hovering just above his face so he could breathe her in. The heat of his exhale ghosted over her creampied hole. Carmen looked down at him—her loving boyfriend, the one whose face she was about to sit on and use—while Ravi's load shifted inside her, ready to spill straight onto his waiting tongue. She lowered herself an inch, then another, until her dripping cunt kissed his lips.

"Lick," she whispered. "Show me how much you missed this pussy."

Carmen hovered there a moment longer, letting the slick heat of her pussy lips brush Felix’s open mouth in slow, teasing passes. His tongue flicked out instinctively, already chasing the mess that clung to her, and the first wet contact made her shiver. Thick strands of Ravi’s cum stretched between her swollen folds and Felix’s lips. She watched his eyes flutter shut in pure need, that familiar devoted hunger she loved so much in him.

“That’s it,” she murmured, voice husky. She reached down, fisted a handful of his hair, and pushed him flatter against the cushions. Then she stripped the dress the rest of the way off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside so she was completely naked above him—full tits swaying, dark nipples tight, the toned curve of her ass flexing as she shifted her weight. At twenty-two her body was at its peak, every soft line and firm swell built to make men lose their minds, and she knew Felix stared up at her like she was a goddess he didn’t deserve.

She turned carefully, swinging one long leg over so she faced his feet instead of his head. Reverse-cowgirl, her dripping cunt poised right above his waiting mouth, her tight ass and the creamy mess between her thighs filling his entire view. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching the desperate look on his face, the way his modest cock strained hard against his sweatpants, a dark wet spot already forming at the tip.

“Stay right there,” she ordered. “On your back. Mouth open. I’m going to feed you.”

Felix’s hands came up to rest lightly on her thighs, not pushing, just holding on like he needed the anchor. His breath came hot and fast against her sticky skin. Carmen braced one hand on the arm of the couch, the other reaching back to spread her own pussy lips wider, showing him everything—the puffy, used entrance still slightly open from Ravi’s thick cock, white cum already oozing in slow heavy drops.

She lowered herself inch by inch. The first full press of her creampied cunt onto his mouth made her moan low and filthy. Warm, slippery heat sealed over his lips and tongue. Ravi’s load immediately began to spill, thick ropes of it sliding straight onto Felix’s eager tongue. He groaned into her like a man tasting heaven, the vibration buzzing straight through her clit.

“Fuck yes,” Carmen breathed, grinding down harder, smothering him completely. Her ass settled fully over his face, thighs clamping his head, pussy crushing against his mouth until he had no choice but to open wide and take it. “Lick it all out of me. Every single drop that bigger cock left inside my cunt.”

She started riding him slow and deliberate, rolling her hips in long filthy strokes so her slick folds dragged back and forth across his tongue. Cum smeared everywhere—over his chin, up toward his nose, coating his cheeks in shiny white streaks. Felix licked desperately, hungrily, sucking at her entrance, tongue plunging deep to scoop out the stranger’s load. The wet filthy sounds filled the living room: soft slurps, wet smacks, his muffled moans of pure submissive bliss.

Carmen looked down between her own spreading thighs, watching his smaller cock twitch uselessly in his pants while she used his face. Guilt flickered for half a second—he was such a good boyfriend, always so sweet, so ready to please—but the stretch Ravi had given her still echoed deep inside, that perfect full ache, and it drowned everything else. She loved Felix. She just needed this more.

“God, he fucked me so hard tonight,” she said, voice dropping into that dirty storytelling tone she knew would wreck him. She ground her clit against his nose, forcing him to breathe her in, to taste nothing but used pussy and thick cum. “His cock is huge, baby. Easily twice what you’ve got. Thick and veiny and so fucking long it punched the air right out of me every time he slammed in. He bent me over his bed and just wrecked this tight little hole. Stretched me open until I was dripping and shaking. I came so hard on that big dick I saw stars.”

Felix whimpered beneath her, the sound pure surrender, and redoubled his efforts. His tongue thrust deeper, swirling, collecting every creamy strand he could reach. Carmen felt fresh pulses of Ravi’s load sliding out onto him and she pushed down harder, sealing her cunt tight over his mouth so he had no escape.

“That’s it—swallow it,” she ordered, hips working faster now, riding his face in earnest. Her tits bounced with every roll. “Swallow every drop of that stranger’s cum. He flooded me so deep I could feel it in my stomach. Hot and thick and so much of it. I made him keep it inside me the whole way home just so I could sit on your face and feed it to you. You’re going to clean me out completely. Lick my pussy until there’s nothing left of him but the way he stretched me.”

She reached back, grabbed his wrists, and pinned them to the couch beside his head, fully controlling him. Her ass cheeks flexed and spread as she bounced lightly, fucking his tongue, smearing the mess all over his handsome, devoted face. Juices and cum ran down his chin and throat. He lapped and sucked like he was starving, tongue flat and wide one moment then pointed and digging the next, chasing every last bit of the creampie. The more she described it the harder he worked, moaning constantly into her cunt.

“He held me open with those big hands and just pumped load after load into me,” Carmen continued, grinding in dirty circles now, her clit dragging over his upper lip and nose. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “I could feel that fat cock pulsing, dumping everything he had. My pussy was so full it started leaking down my thighs before I even left. And now it’s all yours. Eat it. Taste how much better a real cock feels inside me. You’re never going to stretch me like that, baby, but fuck, you eat pussy like you were born for it. Keep going. Deeper. Suck that cum right out of my hole.”

Felix’s hips jerked helplessly on the couch, his small cock leaking steadily through the fabric, untouched and ignored. Carmen loved that—loved knowing he was rock hard just from being used this way, from tasting another man’s claim on her. She rode him harder, wet slapping sounds filling the air as her soaked cunt slapped against his mouth and chin. More of Ravi’s thick cream spilled out under the pressure; Felix gulped audibly, throat working as he swallowed it all exactly like she’d ordered.

“Good boy,” she praised, voice breaking into a moan as his tongue found the perfect spot and fluttered. “Just like that. Clean every inch. I want my pussy sparkling when you’re done. No trace left of that huge cock that just owned me. Only your tongue. Only you swallowing what he left behind.”

She kept grinding, kept describing, pouring every filthy detail into the air while he drowned beneath her in submissive bliss. How Ravi’s heavy balls had slapped her clit. How she’d clawed the sheets and begged for more. How that thick shaft had pulled out glistening and then shoved back in balls-deep until she screamed. Felix took it all, licked it all, his entire world reduced to the creamy, used cunt smothering him and the endless stream of dirty talk raining down.

Carmen’s thighs started to tremble. Pleasure built sharp and bright as she used his face exactly the way she craved—slow deep grinds mixed with short hard bounces that forced his tongue deeper each time. Cum and her own slick arousal coated him completely now; his face was shiny and filthy with it. She could feel him struggling to breathe in short desperate gasps whenever she lifted just enough, only to sink right back down and cut him off again with her dripping hole.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped, releasing one of his wrists so she could reach under herself and spread her lips wider for him. “Get your tongue right up in there. Scoop out whatever’s left. I can still feel it dripping out of me—warm and thick. Swallow it. Show me how much you love eating my creampied pussy.”

He obeyed instantly, tongue plunging, lips sealing and sucking, swallowing greedily. The wet filthy noise of it drove her higher. She looked back again at the tent in his sweatpants, at the way his modest dick jerked every time she said “bigger cock” or “stretched me,” and a wicked smile curved her mouth.

She didn’t let him finish her yet. Instead she slowed again, dragging it out, keeping him locked beneath her dripping cunt while she continued the story in breathless filthy detail, making sure every word painted the picture of how thoroughly she’d been fucked by a man with a real cock. Tension coiled tighter between them both—her on the edge of coming hard all over his face, him desperately hard and untouched, both of them locked in the filthy ritual she had engineered. There was still more she wanted from him tonight, more ways to use that devoted tongue, more cream to feed him before she was done.

Carmen kept her weight fully settled on Felix’s face, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles that smeared Ravi’s thick load deeper across his tongue and lips. Every grind forced another warm pulse of cream out of her stretched hole straight into his open mouth. She could feel him swallowing greedily beneath her, throat working, muffled moans vibrating straight up into her clit. His hands stayed pinned where she’d left them, fingers twitching uselessly against the couch cushions while she used him exactly how she needed.

“Deeper,” she ordered, voice thick with lust. She reached back again, spreading her puffy lips wide with two fingers so nothing blocked him. “Get that tongue all the way inside. I can still feel how open he left me. Scoop every last drop.”

Felix obeyed without hesitation, tongue plunging as far as it could stretch, swirling and flicking against her sensitive walls. The wet sounds grew louder—sloppy, filthy sucking noises mixed with his desperate breathing whenever she lifted just enough to let him gulp air. Carmen looked down between her thighs at the shiny mess coating his entire face now: chin, cheeks, even the bridge of his nose glistening with mixed cum and her own slick. His modest cock jerked hard in his sweatpants, a dark wet patch spreading bigger, completely ignored. She loved that. Loved knowing he was leaking just from the privilege of cleaning another man’s claim out of her.

She started bouncing harder, short sharp drops of her ass that slapped her soaked cunt against his mouth. Each impact forced more of Ravi’s load to spill. Pleasure coiled tight and hot low in her belly, fed by the wicked thrill of it—her devoted boyfriend drowning in the creampie she’d carried home specially for him. The guilt flickered once more, soft and brief: he was such a wonderful boyfriend, always so eager, so sweet, never asking for more than she gave. She loved him for that. Truly. But the memory of Ravi’s thick cock stretching her until she screamed shoved the feeling aside. She needed this too much.

“He came so fucking hard inside me,” she gasped, grinding her clit hard against his nose. “I felt every pulse. That huge dick just pumping and pumping until I was overflowing. And now you’re drinking it. Good boy. Swallow it all for me.”

Felix whimpered into her pussy, the sound pure surrender, and redoubled his efforts. His tongue became frantic—licking, sucking, plunging—chasing every creamy strand. Carmen’s thighs began to shake. The first orgasm hit her like a wave, sudden and sharp. She cried out, hips jerking, cunt clenching hard around nothing as she flooded his mouth with fresh juices mixed with the last of Ravi’s load. She kept grinding through it, smearing everything across his face, not letting him up even as her body trembled.

“Don’t stop—oh fuck, keep licking,” she moaned, already rolling into the next crest. The wicked thrill of feeding him this way pushed her higher again almost immediately. She bounced faster, tits swaying heavy, ass flexing as she rode his tongue through a second climax that left her dripping and gasping. Juices ran down his chin and throat; he gulped audibly, never once pulling away. A third wave crashed over her while she still ground down, longer and deeper, her pussy pulsing hot and wet all over his devoted mouth until her legs quivered and she had to brace both hands on the couch arm to stay upright.

Only when the last tremors faded did she finally slow. Carmen lifted carefully, a thick string of mixed cream and arousal still connecting her swollen lips to his shiny face. She climbed off on shaky legs, turning to straddle his waist instead, looking down at the mess she’d made of him. Felix’s eyes were glassy with pure bliss, lips parted and coated white, chest heaving. His small cock twitched hard under her, still trapped and untouched.

She leaned down and kissed him deeply, tongue sliding straight into his mouth so he could taste the full mix of her juices and Ravi’s cum still coating her. He moaned into the kiss, sucking greedily on her tongue, hands finally free to slide up her bare back. Carmen poured everything into it—slow, filthy, sharing every drop—before pulling back just enough to whisper against his lips.

“I love you so much,” she breathed, voice soft and sincere even as her cunt still throbbed from the repeated orgasms. “My wonderful boyfriend. You’re perfect like this. I love how you take care of me.”

Felix smiled up at her, dazed and happy, completely unaware. Carmen kissed him once more, gentle this time, already feeling the familiar heat of anticipation coil low again. Tomorrow night she would text Ravi the second Felix left for work. That thick cock was already calling her name, and she knew exactly how she would come home dripping again—ready to sit on this same devoted face and feed him every drop while he never suspected a thing.