Nancy ate with relish for a moment and spat the rod out, only to see the crimson giant standing hideously in front of her mouth, with dots of clear prostate fluid coming out of the tip.
Michael's eyes held a mixture of lust and delight, wishing she would keep his huge rod in her mouth.
Nancy stuck out her tongue and licked his fluid, mmm ... salty
"Mmmm ..."
Electricity seemed to flow from where the soft tongue touched.
Michael's whole body shook, then held his pole and rubbed it against her lips, rubbing all the liquid from it into her mouth.
Nancy braced herself against his thighs and took a mouthful of his tip, running her tongue over the small hole at the top before sucking hard, as if trying to suck out any liquid left inside.
Michael was so stimulated that he reacted with a tingling sensation that went right to his tailbone, his legs tensed up and he could barely contain his desire to fuck roughly in her mouth.
