Up and down she went, sucking deftly. Sputtering sounds, like slithering noodles, wafted into the air.
The network of veins began to take shape. His tube bulged. And the pink tip slid against her flattened tongue. The poor guy swallowed. Completely unaware of his masculinity, he gripped the sheets tightly, groaning into the evening.
The bed creaked quietly as she had her way with him.
Twirling her pink tongue around his cock- she closed in on his tip, sucking him- clamping her cheeks together as she released him.
"Angel. . .Angel. . ." he panted pathetically; "I'm going to release. . ."
then release already you stupid fuck!
"It's coming. . ."
She gripped his balls- and squeezed. Wood yelped like a whipped puppy;
"Yes. . .yes. . ."
She picked up the pace- sucking him rapidly- clenching and unclenching her cheeks.
"F-U-U-U-CK!!"
