Head Game

Devonte stroked Faith's hair, watching her lips glide up and down his shaft.

"That's it, girl, you're going to have to do this a lot," Devonte said. She was quite skilled.

"Thanks. I like sucking dick," Faith said perkily.

"I bet you do, you're good at it. How's your man feel about you doing this?"

"Douglas?" Faith asked, pausing to spit on Devonte's cock. "He's cool with it."

"But are you cool with him being cool with it? If you was my girl ... you'd be my girl."

"I mean ... for now, it's cool that he's letting me explore my sexuality. Down the road, I don't know ... but I mean, he's a nice guy."

"Yeah, I bet he is. C'mon baby, get back to work." Faith purred, taking him deep again, those introduced doubts disappearing deep into her subconscious.