Women Seeking Women #61

She dropped to her knees like she'd been waiting for this all night, yanked his cock free and let it slap against her cheek before she swallowed him down in one hot, wet pull. The sound she made was filthy—pure lust soaked in spit—and she didn't slow down, throat working him over like she wanted to ruin him. He groaned, grabbed a fistful of her hair, hips rolling while she gagged on every inch with sloppy, hungry moans. Her tongue dragged along the underside, teasing the vein until he twitched in her mouth. She pulled back just long enough to spit on it, stroke him with both hands slick and tight, then dove right back in, lips stretched wide, drooling down his balls while her own hips rocked like she couldn't help grinding against nothing. He talked shit low and steady, calling her a nasty little cocksucker, and she answered by moaning around the head and licking it clean before choking herself down again. Every thrust made her eyes water, mascara smearing, but she kept begging with her body, hands squeezing his thighs, begging for more without ever taking his cock out of her throat.