Let Her

Alex drops to her knees, pale flesh on rough ground. She lets out a small wincing sound but quickly shifts her focus to Ethan's waiting manhood.

Ethan sighs as her soft lips kiss his engorged crown, feeling the tip of her tongue poking out between them. She kisses him again, opening her mouth wider, giving his head a swirling lick. Her technique is impressive, or at least it is to Ethan, and he can't help but wonder why she would put these skills to waste by not using them.

Alex progresses things quickly, leaning forward and taking Ethan's throbbing mast inside. Her mouth feels heavenly around his aching cock, her tongue dancing along its length as she sucks it in. Slender hands find purchase on Ethan's thighs, Alex using him to better support her weight.

Ethan barely notices, his focus locked on the sensations assaulting him. Pulses of pleasure reverberate through him, stemming from his mouth-hugged cock. Alex is already working up and down his length, moving quickly, getting him deep into her mouth and throat. Ethan is all for it. Foreplay is great, but sometimes quick head is all he really needs. He suspects she's trying to finish him off quickly, but doesn't speculate why. Her grip on his thighs tightens, and she lets out an odd sound through her nose.

"Hmmm," Ethan lets out a deep sigh, feeling himself starting to tense. Pressing himself against the wall for support, he isn't sure if he should hold on or let go, not sure of the expectation for back alley blowjobs.

Alex starts moving faster, answering his question. Her pace starts to falter, no longer smooth and controlled but rather awkward with odd angle shifts. Ethan's to far gone to notice, however, instead just basking in the feeling of her throat around his prick.

Feeling himself getting close, he tries to warn Alex. "I'm- I'm c-" he can't manage to get the words out before he starts to unwind, letting out a deep groan.

He erupts in a torrent of heat, cumming deep inside of Alex's mouth, catching her on a down stroke. She gags slightly, but holds in him, her eyes squinting as she accepts the sticky jism. Muscles quivering, he feels himself pump out a few good spurts, before the high starts to clear. In the grand scheme of orgasms, he felt this one past relatively quickly, almost certainly because of the setting.

With a wet slurp, Alex spits out the throat-sheathed cock, coughing slightly as her main airway clears. Ethan notes some cum running down her chin, but she quickly produces a napkin and wipes it away. He suspects she swallowed more than she didn't, but Ethan did think the amount she wiped up was fairly substantial.

Regardless, with his head clear, Ethan reaches down, helping Alex back up to her feet.

"Th-" Alex rasps, clearing her throat. "Thank you..."

Glancing down, Ethan notices her knees and shins are red and dirty, Alex brushing at them, or perhaps trying to hide them. "Are you okay?" Ethan asks, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Hm?" Alex stands up straight, clearing her throat again, "Of course! I just wasn't expecting you to cum so quickly. Kinda hit my throat funny."

Frowning, Ethan knows she's playing dumb, but she's also giving him another vibe.

She seems to be expecting something.