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“Give me one of your Great blowjobs.” Is what he’d said, and it took me a moment to comprehend his request, what with the endorphins flowing through me and my heart pounding in my ears after the glass-shattering orgasm he’d just given me. It took me out of commission for a moment, I’ll admit shamefully. “Suck, my, cock.” He pat my head, an odd display but not an unwelcome one. With a simple nod I slipped over onto my knees, palmed his thighs, and began to drool a little as I took in his thick fuck meat. I wanted it, needed it, and I took in a single hint of his smell before opening wide to come down and slurp up the tip like the obedient slut who’s already been paid I was. He was ready for me to suck at this – no pun intended – he thought I was going to be all Sexy chat, but I knew better. I wasn’t a whore because I was just another pretty face. I was skilled, have always been skilled, and that’s what makes me better than the cheaper sluts. I slurped him down, tongue rolling in a pleasant state and treating him to a height of luxury he hadn’t guessed at. Before, with a sudden start, I bucked down and stole half his dick, pulling back up before doing it again with a titter and a throaty moan at the taste of his gushing precum. My cheeks squeezed flush with him and pounced on their new prey like a prize. He leaned back and enjoyed my mouth, pleasantly surprised, and I took offense to that surprise. I bobbed up and down, enamored by his great big black cock and reached down to squeeze his dark balls. I rolled them between my fingers and massaged them with an intensity that was only matched by just how hard I was sucking and how much attention I was giving him. working my lips around his shaft while loudly slurping and enjoying him like a cum straw, eager to prove I wasn’t just another one of those Sexy chicks that doesn’t know her tongue from her cheeks.
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