Heather's not happy

Zack's calls echoed over the desolate island landscape, Heather and Gavin snapping to attention as soon as they heard him.

"Fuck!" Heather cursed loudly. "Shit, I thought we had more time."

"What are we going to do?" Gavin asked, panicking slightly, **** not to be blue-balled by the gorgeous brunette.

Heather pondered briefly before turning briskly back to him. "We'll finish this later. I am definitely going to need dick by whenever that is. Until then, you seem ready to shoot cowboy, and I'm not in the business of leaving my men unsatisfied."

Gavin went crosseyed as she inhaled his long cock, sucking him balls deep and deepthroating his length in a flash. Her earlier explorations had been just that, explorations. This was what she was really capable of, working his dick like a formula one driver in a furious effort to get him off before Zack discovered them.

"Oh God Heather," he moaned, his cock overwhelmed with pleasure. He was neatly buried in her throat, his head being crushed in there while her tongue slid all over his shaft, occasionally slipping out serpent-like to tease at his balls. She began to throw her head back and forth, fucking her face for him, her hands moving to his ass to lever herself forwards. He wasn't the type of guy to take control like that. At least not yet.

"Glrrkkk, gllrkkkk," was her only response, her blue eyes fixed on his. Her whole body was working to get him off, but somehow her eyes remained entirely calm and cool, exuding only a quiet, hypnotic aura that seemed to be firmly compelling him to cum. She was the type of girl who threw her entire physicality behind a blowjob, and clad only in a bra and panties Gavin was able to see and enjoy every rippling muscle in her stomach, her neck, her breasts bouncing slightly as she flung herself into her task.

"Heather Ravers is bobbing on my dick like a fish on a line," he thought to himself, even his internal monologue an awed whisper as he surveyed her body. The cheer captain, the queen of the school. All that sex, that body, that desireability, and she had chosen him, far from the top of the social ladder. The situation didn't feel real, which was perhaps how Gavin was able to hold off at all from immediately cumming, but finally it became too much. An ecstatic feeling flooded through his body as he prepared himself to cum.

"Heather..." he managed weakly. She knew just what he meant, but continued to suck him in exactly the same way as before.

"H-Heather?" Gavin asked, wondering if she knew what was coming. "I'm... hnnghhhhh!" His cock exploded in her throat, his warm seed pumping directly down her oesophagus and filling her stomach. His load was definitely of above average size, but Heather was far too experienced to let even a drop slip out. She gulped repeatedly, sucking it all down, her eyes turning triumphant and amused as she swallowed like a pro. His face as he came was a sight to behold, twisting itself into a ball behind his glasses. He looked like he was about to sneeze. She unsheathed him from her mouth slightly, sucking the last remaining dregs of cum from his tip before fully relinquishing him.

"Haaaa," Heather gasped as she came off his cock, strands of saliva connecting her plump lips to his deflating member. She smirked at his awestruck expression. "There'll be more of that later. I promise."