She came up off him long enough to gasp, “I want copies of those.” Jaxton roared with laughter and complied before shoving the phone away and grabbing the back of her head.
“Time’s almost up,” he said.
“Fuck my face,” she replied back. “Use me, Jaxton. Use your friend’s mom like your come rag.” She slipped her dress down to bare her breasts. “Come on me. Come in me. I don’t care. If you want to spin me around and fuck me, I’m yours.”
He thrust his cock into her mouth with a growl. His pants came down, revealing his muscular thighs. He pistoned them back and forth as his cock slammed in and out of her mouth, no longer fucking around with his game but taking her the way Emilia wanted him to. He grabbed the back of her head for even more balance, his tip driving into her throat as she stared up at him, eyes welling up with the need for air. He didn’t give a shit and she didn’t want him to. Her throat was already sore. Her jaw would ache for days.
Emilia wanted more. She wanted her son’s friend to ram that cock home one more time, spraying her throat down with his come. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him fucking her ragged, calling out his name. She wanted him in her ass, spreading her so very fucking wide. Ohhh, that would hurt, but it was going to be such a good hurt.
She whimpered, her hand going to her pussy under the dress again. She wasted no time strumming her clit through the fabric of her panties. Close already, it wasn’t going to take more than a few minutes for her to get off. More people, talking, laughing, and still Jaxton face-fucked her, her head bumping back against the metal wall now as someone realized what was happening and told them to keep going. Someone else came into the stall next to them and peeked over.
“That slut is going hard as a motherfucker!
“Gurk!” Emilia agreed. Her drenched pussy twitched at the thought of being watched. At the thought of someone seeing her with a mouthful of young Jaxton’s big cock. She came with a whimper, and Jaxton grinned, feeling her shiver along his length as he kept up the hard pace. It barely registered when he reached over and flicked the lock open on the door.
The stall banged open and more guys crowded in to look. One of them went for his own pants but Jaxton looked at him and snarled, “She’s mine.”
“All right, dude,” the guy said, hands up. “Can we take pictures?”
“Can they take pictures?” Jaxton asked her, smirking.
“Nnnagh, uck, uck, uck,” Emilia gasped, still lost in the throes of her orgasm and sucking him for all she was worth.
“That’s a yes from her,” Jaxton said. The guys dug out their phones and Emilia watched them out of the corner of her eye as they snapped picture after picture of her mouth stuffed full of Jaxton’s prick. As he fucked her face. Her mouth. Her throat.
He jerked out, his cock in his hands. She grabbed it, jacking him harder and harder until he was spraying her down for an unbelievable fourth time. There wasn’t much but compared to the usher he was fucking pouring gallons on her. Shots streaked across her breasts, her dress, her face. Jaxton grabbed her up and turned her around, finishing once on her bared ass for the pleasure of the guys still taking pictures.