Down her throat

"I..." John hesitated, looking bashful, as if he was about to ask Rachel to the prom. "I'd like to feel your mouth again."

Rachel smirked. "If you want to throatfuck me to completion, big boy, you only have to ask."

Whatever John's response might have been was cut off as Rachel engulfed his cock with her mouth once again. What came out of John's mouth was a waterfall of incoherent dirty talk. None of it made much sense to Rachel, but she couldn't hear very well above the sounds of her own gagging.

She took John in full. He was only five inches or thereabouts, but he could still hit the back of her throat if she angled her neck just so. Deepthroating was her favorite skill, one she'd mastered throughout college after ruining every one of her dorm mates' relationships. Squeezing a guy's cock with the back of her throat seemed to unravel men in a way even anal didn't quite muster. There was something primal and sloppy and... well, just plain wrong about having a guy's cock in her throat. Maybe that's why she loved it so much.

It didn't take long for John to throw his head back and cum inside Rachel's throat. The pressure was simply too much to bear, and Rachel was way too much of an expert to let the clearly inexperienced John last long.

She felt his spunk hit the back of her throat in hot, rapid, sticky ropes. She swallowed it all, gulp after gulp until there was nothing left.

Unsheathing herself from his cock, she looked up with an eager smile. "I hope you liked that Mr. McCormick."

John's eyes, previously hazy with desire, seemed to be starting to clear up. "Shit, what have I—"

The beep of a car sounded from somewhere in the distance. A car had just pulled up to John's driveway. "Oh god, she's home!"