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Chapter 11 by Joe,Joe Joe,Joe

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Anne swallows his cum

Anne's lips wrapped around the thick head of Dr. Thompson's cock, the warmth of her mouth enveloped him, drawing a deep, rumbling groan from his chest. Her tongue danced across the ridges of his shaft, tracing the veins that pulsed with anticipation. The dim light caught the faint sheen of saliva as it glistened on his skin, a testament to the passion driving her forward. Dr. Thompson's hands cradled her head gently, guiding the rhythm as her mouth moved up and down, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him. Anne's mind raced with excitement as she was finally sucking some black cock and not fake black dildo.

Anne's lips tightened around Dr. Thompson's cock as she moved with renewed vigor, her mouth gliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, and the faint sounds of her suction filled the room, mingling with his deep, guttural groans. Her hands, now resting on his thighs, gripped him firmly, pulling him deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Dr. Thompson's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. As Anne's head bobbed up and down, her massive 44E breasts swayed rhythmically, their fullness captivating Dr. Thompson's gaze. He couldn't help but reach out, his hands cupping the soft mounds as they bounced with each movement. "Damn, you have some beautiful tits," he muttered, his voice strained with pleasure. Anne's cheeks flushed, but she smiled around his cock, her eyes gleaming with arousal. The room filled with the wet sounds of her efforts, each suck and pop echoing through the air as Dr. Thompson's fingers dug deeper into her hair, pulling her closer with each thrust.

Anne's lips tightened around Dr. Thompson's cock, her pace quickened, each stroke more intense than the last. The wet sounds of her efforts grew louder, filling the room with a rhythmic suction that seemed to match the pounding of their hearts. Dr. Thompson's hands gripped her hair firmly, pulling her deeper with each thrust, his groans becoming more urgent. Anne's massive breasts swayed violently now, their soft flesh jiggling with each movement, and Dr. Thompson couldn't resist the urge to reach out and squeeze them, his fingers digging into the plush mounds as he arched his back, pushing himself further into her mouth.

Anne's lips continued their relentless pace, she reached down with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the base of Dr. Thompson's cock while her other hand gently grasped his balls. She squeezed them softly at first, feeling their weight and the way they seemed to draw up as his pleasure intensified. His groans grew louder, more ****, and she could sense the building pressure in his body. Anne's own arousal spiked as she felt his balls tighten under her touch, a clear sign that his orgasm was nearing.

“Fuck I’m going cum take it swallow my cum you white slut” is what Anne heard him say Dr. Thompson's words echoed in her ears, Anne felt a surge of excitement mixed with a primal desire to obey. His cock swelled in her mouth, and she could feel the veins pulsing faster, a clear sign that he was on the brink. She tightened her lips around him, her suction growing more intense as she prepared for what was to come. His hands gripped her hair firmly, pulling her deeper as he arched his back, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The room was filled with the wet, slurping sounds of her efforts, and the air was thick with the scent of their arousal.

The Doc’s body tensed, his cock surged, and with a deep, guttural groan, he exploded in Anne's mouth. A thick, creamy load shot through her lips, filling her mouth to the brim. The warmth spread across her tongue, and she could taste the salty richness as it trickled down her throat. Anne's cheeks bulged slightly as she struggled to contain the abundance, her lips sealed tightly around him. Dr. Thompson's hands tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he pumped every last drop into her.

As the last drops of Dr. Thompson's climax trickled down her throat, Anne swallowed with a visible gulp, her neck muscles contracting as she savored the warmth spreading through her. She slowly pulled her head back, her lips parting with a soft pop as she drew in a deep breath. With a sly smile, she opened her mouth wide, revealing the emptiness within, a testament to her thoroughness. Dr. Thompson's eyes, still hazy with pleasure, locked onto hers, a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief reflecting in his gaze. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice still rough from the intensity of his orgasm.

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