Blowjob

Inside the trailer, Peyton is all over John like he’s the only man in the world. He almost drops the microphone and wonders how he’s going to keep it close while he fucks Peyton.

“What do you want first, baby?” Peyton asks.

“Will you give me a blowjob?” John asks, holding the microphone to Peyton’s full lips.

“Yes.” She whispers, tugging at his belt as she falls to her knees.

She opens his pants and grabs at the bulge in his boxers. “Oh my god…” she whispers. Her long sexy fingers slide under his waistband and soon his dick flops out in front of her face. She looks up at him as those pouty lips that he’s fantasized about for so long wrap around his swollen head. John moans as her tongue swirls around his head.

“Oh god!” He moans. Losing himself in the moment, the microphone drops to the floor.

Peyton spits him out with disgust. “Oh. My. GOD! Who are you? Why was your dick in my mouth?!”

Quickly, John grabs the microphone and directs it back to her furious face. God, she’s even gorgeous angry, John thinks. “Don’t you want to finish me off before I lick your sweet pussy?” He asks, then thrusts the microphone back in her face.

“Of course, asshole. Why else would I have dragged you here? Give me that cock!” She grabs it and this time pushes it down her throat. With his free hand, John grabs her hair and fucks her pretty face, getting off on the sound of her gagging.

“That’s right.” John says. “You’re really just my fuckdoll, aren’t you?”

“GK-gk-gk” Peyton said, nodding.

“That’s right. Now are you going to swallow like a good little bitch?”

Eyes watering, she looked up and nodded again.

John thrust and thrust and thrust until he felt the pressure build in his balls. He pushed deep into her and let his throbbing cock throw ropes of semen down her throat. She coughed and sputtered but he held tight to her hair until his orgasm subsided.

“Fuck.” He said. Looking down at the woman he’d just violated.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Peyton looked up and said, “Okay my turn.”