My lips were drenched with his dripping precum well before I even opened them. A drink here, a touch there, we were in sync and I didn’t have to so much as wink at him for him to get the hint and drop trow. I was on my knees faster than an olympic can run the distance between his dick and my throat, and far more ready to take the musky dicking he was offering than he expected. I parted my lips and let my tongue do the work at first, circling his tip and sliding under his length. I teased him for a moment, but only a moment before my own needs took over and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I opened up wide and moved forward with impatience, taking him so fast I had to try to make sure he slid in gracefully and didn’t ram the back of my throat. A part of me wanted that, but I didn’t want to scare him off with just how cockhungry I can be so soon after meeting. I gently sucked for a moment, took a breath, and began my fun.
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You need to be fucked on that chair, you hot bitch.
i got the right equipment for your throat