Leslie sucks Marcus’s dick

She didn’t hesitate—sinking to her knees right there on the plush office carpet, her lips parting as she dragged her tongue along his length in one slow, worshipful stroke. The taste of him—musky, masculine—flooded her senses as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper.

She was shocked it was the biggest fattest cock she ever seen it looked huge against her white tits as she wrapped her hands around it.

Leslie’s breath caught as her fingers barely met around the girth of Marcus’s cock, the sheer weight of it making her thighs clench. A whimper escaped her lips as she dragged the swollen head between her tits, her pale flesh flushed pink against his dark, throbbing length. Precum glistened on her collarbone as she squeezed her breasts around him, her nipples stiffening at the delicious friction.

Marcus’s I don’t think it fit in my mouth said Leslie” oh yes it will show what kind of slut you are”.

Marcus’s fingers tangled in Leslie’s hair as he looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You say it won’t fit?" he growled, pressing the thick head of his cock against her parted lips. "Open wider, slut."

Leslie whimpered as he pushed forward, her jaw straining as he stretched her mouth wide. Tears pricked at her eyes as the thick shaft slid deeper, her throat fluttering around him. Saliva dripped down her chin as she gagged, her fingers digging into his thighs.

"That’s it," Marcus groaned, rolling his hips slowly, forcing another inch past her trembling lips. "Take it all like the greedy white slut you are."

Leslie’s throat relaxed as she found her rhythm, her lips stretching obscenely around Marcus’s girth as she bobbed her head with hungry desperation. Drool slicked her chin, her mascara smudging as tears of effort welled in her eyes—but she didn’t stop. Her tongue swirled along the thick vein pulsing beneath his skin, her fingers kneading the heavy weight of his balls as she hollowed her cheeks.

Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward as he thrust deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. “Fuck, that mouth was made for this,” he gritted out, tightening his grip in her hair.

Leslie pulled back with a wet gasp, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She spat onto the thick shaft, watching the slickness drip down before taking him deep again, her throat fluttering around him. Marcus growled low in his chest, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust forward, forcing himself deeper.

Her nose pressed against his pelvis as he held her there, her throat convulsing around his girth. Tears streaked her cheeks, her mascara smearing as she struggled to breathe through her stuffed mouth. Marcus’s hips pistoned, fucking her face with rough, relentless strokes, each one dragging a choked whimper from her.

Marcus wrenched her head back by her hair, his cock sliding free from her lips with a lewd pop. Leslie gasped for air, her spit-slicked lips trembling as she stared up at him through smudged lashes. "S-spit on it," he commanded, his voice rough.

She obeyed instantly, letting a thick glob of saliva fall from her swollen lips onto the flushed head of his cock. It dripped down his shaft in a glistening trail, pooling between her heaving tits as she arched her back, pressing her pale flesh together around him.

Marcus groaned, dragging his wet cock through the valley of her cleavage, smearing precum and spit across her skin.

Marcus snarled as he fisted her hair tighter, forcing her white face back down with a brutal thrust. Leslie’s muffled scream vibrated around his cock as her lips stretched obscenely, her throat bulging with the sheer girth of him. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as he pistoned into her mouth, each rough snap of his hips driving her nose deeper into the coarse thatch of his pubes.

Her fingers scrambled against his thighs, nails digging crescent moons into his skin as she gagged around him, spit bubbling past her stretched lips.

Leslie knew it was so wrong doing this but it felt so good as her pussy was soaked as finger herself with one hand as she used the other to help suck Marcus fat black cock.

Leslie’s fingers plunged between her own slick thighs, her middle finger circling her swollen clit in frantic little circles as she choked around Marcus’s cock. The obscene squelch of her own arousal mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth stretched tight around him, her spit dripping in thick strands onto the carpet. Her hips jerked involuntarily against her hand, her pussy clenching around nothing as the dual sensations of fullness and friction sent electric shocks up her spine.

Marcus shoved deeper with a brutal snap of his hips, the swollen head of his cock forcing past the tight ring of her throat. Leslie’s eyes rolled back as her body convulsed—the vibrations of her choked moan sending tremors through his shaft. “That’s it, **** on it,” he growled, watching her drool spill in thick ropes down his balls. Her clit pulsed under her frantic fingers as his words sent a shockwave through her, the filthy praise coiling her orgasm tighter.

She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, every vein like a brand as he fucked her face in short, punishing strokes.

Leslie’s muffled moans vibrated around Marcus’s cock as her climax coiled tighter, her thighs trembling where she knelt on the plush carpet. The slap of skin echoed through the office as her fingers worked her swollen clit in frantic circles, her pussy clenching around nothing—**** for friction. Marcus growled as he felt the tremors in her throat, his grip tightening in her hair as he shoved deeper, the thick veins of his shaft pulsing against her tongue.

Tears streaked her flushed cheeks as her orgasm crashed over her, her back arching violently as her cunt spasmed, slickness soaking her fingers.

Marcus’s hips stuttered as his cock pulsed violently down Leslie’s throat. "Fuck—take it all, you greedy little slut," he snarled, yanking her head flush against him as thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Leslie’s eyes rolled back as the hot, salty bursts hit her tongue, her own climax crashing harder—her thighs quivered as her fingers dug into her clit, her pussy clenching around nothing but ****, empty air.

Spit and cum leaked from her stretched lips as Marcus fucked his release deeper into her, each twitch of his cock milking another ragged moan from her ruined throat.

Leslie’s throat convulsed as she struggled to swallow the thick pulses of cum, her lips stretched taut around Marcus’s still-throbbing cock. Hot, sticky ropes flooded her mouth, overflowing past her trembling lips—some dripping in thick strands onto the swell of her breasts, glazing her pale skin in streaks of white. Her tongue worked desperately, lapping at his shaft as each new spurt coated her throat, but there was too much, her chin and collarbone slick with the mess.

Marcus dragged his cock from her swollen lips with a wet pop, his shaft glistening with spit and cum as he looked down at her wrecked face. "Shit, girl—you can suck a mean dick," he rasped, thumb smearing a thick streak of come from her chin down to her heaving chest. His fingers tangled in her hair again, tilting her head back as his cock twitched against her cheek, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his release.

Leslie panted, her tongue darting out to catch the salty mess on her lips, her fingers still pressed hard against her clit—every shaky breath sent another ripple of oversensitivity through her spent body.

Marcus’s calloused fingers dug into the back of her neck as he **** her face against his twitching cock again, smearing the mess of spit and cum across her flushed cheeks. Leslie whimpered, her thighs pressing together as another wave of slick heat gushed from her swollen pussy—her ruined panties clung to her, the soaked fabric plastered against her folds, warm juices trickling down her inner thighs in sticky rivulets.

The musky scent of her arousal thickened the air as Marcus dragged his thumb through the damp silk, groaning at the sheer wetness. "Fuck, you’re still dripping," he muttered, grinding his palm against her soaked underwear.

Marcus dragged his softening cock across her tear-streaked face, the thick, spent shaft leaving glistening trails of spit and cum on her flushed skin. He pressed the broad head against her parted lips, smearing his release over her chin before dragging it lower, the fat vein along the underside leaving a sticky path down the slope of her heaving breast. Leslie whimpered as the warm weight of him rutted against her pierced nipple, the sensitive peak hardening instantly under the slick friction.

His grip tightened in her hair as he worked his cock in slow, filthy strokes over her tits, the swollen head catching on the curves of her pale flesh, smearing her skin in thick streaks of white.

Marcus groaned as he finally pulled away, his cock glistening and still half-hard as he tucked it back into his pants with a rough jerk of his zipper. The damp fabric clung to his spent length, the heat of her mouth still lingering on his skin. "Damn, that was good," he muttered, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth before shooting her a smirk. "But I gotta go."

Leslie stayed on her knees, her thighs slick with her own arousal, lips swollen and glazed with spit and cum. She watched him adjust himself, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths as the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembled through her.

Leslie’s knees ached as she pushed herself up from the carpet, her thighs trembling with the effort. The cooling mess of spit and cum clung to her chin, her breasts, the hollow of her throat—she didn’t wipe it away. Instead, she reached for her discarded blouse, the fabric whispering against her damp skin as she pulled it on. Every brush of the material sent a shiver through her; the silk clung to the streaks of Marcus’s release, the wet patches turning translucent against her flushed flesh.

She didn’t bother with her ruined panties, leaving them in a soaked heap on the floor as she stepped into her skirt.

Leslie’s fingers trembled as she buttoned her blouse, leaving the top three undone to expose the glistening mess Marcus had painted across her collarbone. The weight of his cum still clung to her skin, cooling in the air-conditioned office, each sticky strand tightening as it dried. She could smell him—musky and thick—mingling with her own arousal as she turned toward the door, her thighs still damp, her cunt still pulsing with the ghost of his brutal use.

Her phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. Craig’s name flashed on the screen. Are you on your way home Her breath hitched.