Mommy's Apology

Holly Lace sees what she owes and drops to her knees. Her big eyes flick up at him while her fingers wrap around that thick shaft and she leans in, lips parting nice and wide. Tongue soft and slick, she drags it up the heavy length like she’s kissing a secret, wet glisten catching in the light. She slides down slow, letting every fat inch stretch her mouth until her nose brushes his stomach. Throat working, cheeks hollowing, she moans around him, sound low and hungry. Spit drips down his balls and her hand follows, stroking the wet she leaves behind. When he twitches, she smiles around his cock, pulls off just enough to gasp, then takes him right back down, deeper this time, pushing past the tiny pause in her throat like nothing. She’s apologizing with every sloppy bob of her head, throat pulsing around him, tits bouncing in that tight little top every time she pushes forward. She keeps at it until her lips are shiny and her chin’s a mess, looking up again with that fuck-me sparkle like she’ll do this all night if that’s what it takes to make it right.