Debt Paid, No Hands Compromise!

Dee dropped to her knees and grabbed my belt, eyes already sparkling like she knew she owed me this. She unzipped me and my cock spilled out heavy, and she gave me a grin before leaning in. Tongue first, sloppy and wet, tracing the head until it glistened. Then her lips slid down, warm and hungry, no hands anywhere, just that slick mouth working the shaft like she wanted to prove she could finish the job herself. She bobbed deeper each pass. Drool started to spill from the corners, running in shiny strands that dripped onto her tits while she kept the pace steady and nasty. Every time I thought she'd slow down she'd hum, loud and filthy, the sound rattling through me and making my balls ache to pump down her throat. No pulling back, just deeper swallows, cheeks sucking tight on the upstroke until I got that warning tingle at the base. Her pace turned frantic, messy, spit everywhere, her hair swinging across her face while she fucked her own throat with short greedy thrusts. Right when I started to come she locked her lips right behind the head, milking every pulse with quick little gulps. Every shot went straight down and she kept going until I jerked and stopped twitching, only pulling off to swipe her tongue across the last bead of cum on the tip.