Blow job

As soon as his warm hard cock entered her mouth, she forgot all about the cold dirty floor she was kneeling on. Her focus became centred only on her hunger and need to please.

His hand came down and stroked through her dark long hair, fingers working their way through it, until she felt his hold there. He pulled her closer to him, making it clear what he wanted, what he expected from her, driving her deeper onto him.

She was only too happy to oblige, and sliding her hands onto his thighs for balance, she impaled her mouth further onto him, feeling his hardness filling her mouth with its warm flesh. She begun to bob her head back and forth on him, feeling as the tip of his cock nudged at her throat each time, until suddenly with one push she took him all, pressing her nose into his body, feeling his pubic hair tiggle against her face.

Her gag reflex **** her to withdraw quickly, but not before she was rewarded with the loudest groan yet from him, and the feel as his fingers curled firmer into her hair. She pulled herself almost free from him, allowing a moment to take a deep breath, then impaled herself once more, deeper this time, and then holding him within her throat, feeling as his cock filled her.

“Oh fuck yes” he groaned, “fucking cock sucking whore, you are so fucking good.” His foul words excited her, made her feel so important, and drove her onwards. Again and again she took him deep in her throat.

His hips began to buck back against her and his breathing deepened. She knew she was going to make him cum soon, and she wanted to, wanted to prove herself to him, to know she was good enough to please him.