And what an expansive, voluptuous canvas it is. You're all curves, every inch of your body soft, pliant and welcoming as I've turned and folded and pounded into you for the last forty minutes. The sounds you've made, the sweaty glimmer of your body beneath mine, and the burning heat of your core have pushed me to the limit, though. After mercilessly fucking you through at least three orgasms of your own, driving you to the brink of exhaustion, it's finally time for my own climax to strike.

This is what you've been waiting for. As a self-described ‘cumslut,’ you heard the whispers from a couple of your girlfriends and had to find out if they were exaggerating. “Cum… for me!” you manage to rasp out between gasping breaths, feeling my thick cock twitching and trembling as it slams into your pussy.

“Where?” I groan out, gritting my teeth against the impending peak even as I keep working my hips, thrusting deep enough to feel myself bottom out inside you with every movement.

“All over,” you beg, no time for more eloquent words. “Cover me!”

As my cock bucks fiercely at the sound of those words, I gladly tug my thick, dripping shaft out of your slit and grind it forward, sliding it over your clit and mons pubis with an intolerable pressure as it erupts. My full, heavy balls slam against your pussy as they twitch and shudder, pumping inhuman quantities out through my urethra with a deep, primal groan of release.

Rope. After rope. After rope. Thick, hot, sticky and wet, shooting from my bulging cockhead with enough force to arc upwards, splattering the first several spurts directly upon and around your face. Gooey, sticky strands rain down on your ample chest, painting you white with deliciously warm, messy rivulets.

Thicker than any man you've experienced before. Sweeter-tasting, too, as it smears over your lips. And I'm not done. Humping against your abdomen, still grinding my cock between your legs to pump more and more thick, virile ropes of cum out, painting you from head to waist.

“Fuuuck,” I groan at the sight, guiding the head of my cock back to your slit and pushing it back inside. Still leaking cum, my cock is soon driving deep and slow through an even wetter aperture than before, drooling creamy white seed from the junction of our bodies.

The sounds of our coupling grow slower, but sloppier. The sight of your curvy, beautiful body absolutely drenched in my cum gives me a powerful sense of possessiveness and satisfaction that fills my flagging cock with fresh energy.

“You want one inside too?” I tease, ignoring the fact that the mere afterthought of my orgasm has already filled you with more seed than the average man's climax. There's always room for more.

Your exhausted eyes widen in fearful anticipation. “I…” You have plenty of reasons to say no, but you can't find the words. Not with the heady scent of my semen filling your nose and mouth, and the weight of it spread across your whole upper body. Instead you tempt fate: “Fill me up. Do it.”

Cum. Loads of it. Is that your biggest kink? It might just be mine. Be prepared for unrealistic loads of hot, addictive cum that paints every inch of your body that you desire. Face. Chest. Tummy. Ass. Down your throat. Straight into your womb. Wherever. Associated kinks involve anything that means more cum: be it immediate recovery, magic spells, or just handwaving reality. I just want to absolutely splatter and adore, ideally someone on the thicker/bustier side.

(If you want to return the favour and squirt like a goddamn fire hose, I'm all in for that.)