Devoured by a model

Next thing I know, I have a very warm, very wet mouth devouring my prick. Corette’s eyes are shining hungrily up at me. I close my eyes and groan softly—she’s an Olympic-caliber cocksucker with a long, dextrous tongue. She concentrates on my knob at first, savoring it with her soft red lips and tongue and gently sucking on it. She lightly fondles my balls with one hand; I’m pretty sure the other one is eagerly at work in her pink heat. She shifts around to suck my balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, then both. She licks them all over and gently tugs on them. The hand from my balls goes into her panties while her pussy-wet fingers wank my shaft and fondle my glans.

Corette pulls her head off my nuts with a soft “plop” and moans, “I’m so horny—I fucking love this big fucking dick . . .” She jams her head back down on my pole and doesn’t stop until her nose is resting in my pubic hair. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth to dandle my balls. She swallows repeatedly, working my cock with her tight, soft throat.

“Fuck,” I pant. “I’m gonna cum . . .”

Corette lifts her head again. “Cum in my mouth, stud, cum in my mouth!” she gasps. “I need to taste you—I’m hungry for your cum—” She wraps her fat cocksucking lips around my mushroom and suckles hard, tracing the ridges with the tip of her tongue and fondling my balls with a free hand.

“I’m—I’m—I’m—cumming!” I cry. She opens her mouth with her tongue rolled around the underside of my dick. I can see my thick white jizz spurting into her welcoming mouth. She closes her lips again and sucks it out of me, swallowing hungrily; I grab her head with both hands and hang on for balance. After a moment or two, she starts to shake. She stays locked on to my dick, but her eyes roll back and I can tell she’s cumming hard herself.

When Corette’s mouth releases me, I stagger back a step or two. She stands up and strips down to lingerie—bustier, garter belt, and stockings, with panties over the garters. She pulls off the panties and lies back on a couch, putting one leg up on the back and setting the other foot on the floor. In a voice of pure smoky lust, she says, “Now it’s my turn.”