She gagged hard on my cock, throat spasming as the thick ropes of spit and bile surged up. I held her head steady, watching her eyes water while the hot, sour vomit poured out around my shaft and down her tits. The smell hit us both, sharp and nasty, but it only made my dick throb harder inside her mouth.
"Fuck yes, let it out," I growled, pushing deeper. More came up, chunky and warm, coating my balls. She moaned around the mess, fingers digging into my thighs as she retched again, spraying my lap. I didn't pull back. I fucked through it, using the slick, stinking vomit as lube while she choked and heaved.
When she finally pulled off, strings of puke and saliva stretched from her lips to my glistening cock. "More," she begged, voice hoarse. She bent forward and vomited again, this time onto her own spread thighs, then climbed on top of me.
Her pussy was dripping wet as she sank down, sliding my puke-slicked dick straight into her cunt. The wet squelch was loud and filthy.
She rode me hard, every bounce making her stomach lurch. Another wave hit her and she vomited over my chest, hot liquid running down my skin while she kept grinding, smearing it between us. I grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, the mixture of cum, spit, and stomach acid making everything slick and obscene. She came screaming, body shaking, then leaned down and licked her own vomit off my nipple before kissing me deep, forcing the taste into my mouth.
We didn't stop until the sheets were soaked and both of us were covered in it, panting and spent in the mess we'd made.
