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Snowballing with the right pig is better than going to Disney. A lot cheaper and the fun doesn’t end when the ride stops. I have always been a woman who loves when a man will allow me to push his limits. Break down his walls, and create new boundaries. Limitations are for the weak, and I am as strong as they come.

He sat there at the edge of the bed, his eyes on me as I held his cum in the curl of my tongue. He knew before I allowed him to cum in my mouth that he would have to take it back. I explained snowballing. I am not one to let someone jizz in my oral cavity without having to pay the price for it. That is not the kind of girl I am. Inching closer, I could see the fear in his face. He was losing it quickly, and I was more than amused. Seems that when a man expels, his courage goes with it. Does that mean that in my mouth I hold all his power? I would love to think that was the way life works.

Snowballing your cum. You’re promised!

The salty concoction of protein and other fluids was now dribbling a fine trail down my chin. I hate a quitter. Nothing upsets me more than a little pussy with no follow-through. Agitated, if he was not going to do what he promised, I was going to make his life a living hell. Reaching out, pinching his nose shut, the moment he opened his mouth, so did I. He would learn to love snowballing.

I spit it directly in his mouth and though some splattered his cheeks, the majority hit his face. You should have seen the horror-filled expression when he realized that he had cum in his mouth. Gagging and choking, he rushed off to brush his teeth and expel the load into the sink. It was a lot of cum, but come one now, he promised some snowballing and now I feel cheated.