Leah can’t wait to blow me*

We’ve barely more than turned around when Leah stops and drops to her knees. “No, I can’t stand it—I need this dick in my mouth now.” She fishes my dick out and smiles up at me. “Mmmmmm,” she purrs, “you have a nice cock, Iain.” She gives it a long lick from base to tip, sighing with pleasure.

“Mmmmmm, yummy cock,” Leah croons. “I bet it will taste even better once it has my pussy juice all over it . . .” She engulfs my shaft with her warm, wet mouth. I can feel my knob pushing up against the entrance to her throat. Her eyes fixed on mine, she holds her head there, sucking on my dick and swirling her tongue all over it.

“You’re such a pretty cocksucker,” I tell Leah. She hums with pleasure, which does nice things to my shaft. “You look like you belong down on your knees with a dick in your mouth.”

She turns her head, popping my shaft out. “And balls,” she coos. “Don’t forget balls. It’s so nice of you to shave yours . . . I can taste them properly without getting hair in my teeth . . .” Leah gives my sac a long lick and teases it with her lips.

Leah draws my balls into her mouth. Her eyes close and she hums as she sucks on them. She dandles them on her tongue. She opens her eyes and pulls; she cocks her head, and my cock follows. “Fuck, you’re good,” I moan.

Leah returns her mouth to my shaft. She grabs my legs and fucks me vigorously with her lips and throat, swallowing my knob each time. Her eyes gaze raptly into mine. “Fuck, Leah . . .” I groan.

I reach down and take Leah’s hand. She holds mine tightly as she face-fucks me. Finally, she pulls her head off, sucking at my little head as she pulls away.

“I need more,” Leah moans.