Filling The Void In Mrs. Patti's Mouth

Texas Patti’s been bouncing checks since she buried her old man, but today the only thing bouncing is her head on Anthony Pierce’s lap. Her knees hit the carpet the second he unzips; there’s no warm-up, just raw dick slapping across her tongue and a wet pop when she finally swallows him down. Tears still streak her mascara, yet she gags herself greedy, lips stretched tight, spit running down his balls in shiny strings. Anthony leans back, cool as ever, holding her hair like reins while she chokes and slurps like the payment plan’s due in saliva. Each sloppy thrust bumps her nose to his stomach and sends another thick rope of drool down her chin, but she keeps the rhythm anyway—hungry, careless, ready to trade grief for throat-fucked redemption.