Blow him good

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, but then you leaned forward, your hands reaching up to gently grip Ryder's shaft. His skin was hot and soft, and you could feel the pulse of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and you saw a flash of desire in his gaze. You took a deep breath, and then you leaned in, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth.

Ryder's breath hitched as you began to move, your head bobbing gently as you took him deeper into your mouth.

As you continued to move, Ryder's breathing grew more labored, his chest rising and falling with increasing rapidity. His hands, which had been resting on the counter, now reached down, tangling in your hair as he gently guided your head. "Yeah, like that," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so good at this, slut." The word sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't help the way it made you feel - wanted, desired, and a little bit dirty. You continued to move, your mouth working in time with Ryder's gentle thrusts, the sound of his breathing and the creak of the old bathroom filling the air.

Ryder's grip on your hair tightened, pulling you closer to him as he continued to thrust gently into your mouth. His breathing grew more ragged, his hips moving with a newfound urgency. "You make a better woman than any of those girls out there," he groaned, his voice low and guttural.

You felt a surge of pleasure at his words, your heart swelling with pride and desire. You had never felt so desired, so wanted before. You continued to move, your mouth working in time with Ryder's thrusts, your hands reaching up to grip his hips, pulling him deeper into you.

As Ryder's grip on your hair tightened, he let out a low, rumbling growl, his eyes flashing with intensity. "You're made to serve cock," he His words were like a spark to dry kindling, igniting a fire of desire within you. You felt a surge of excitement, your mouth working harder, faster, as you took him deeper into your throat. Ryder's hips began to move more urgently, his thrusts growing stronger, more insistent. You could feel his cock swelling, growing thicker, harder, as he neared his climax.

As Ryder's hips continued to thrust, his cock swelling in your mouth, you felt your gag reflex start to kick in. You tried to relax, to breathe through the sensation, but it was too much. Your throat constricted, and you gagged, your mouth involuntarily closing around Ryder's shaft. He didn't seem to notice, or care, lost as he was in his own pleasure. "Ah, yeah, slut, take it," he groaned, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're so pathetic, gagging on my cock like that. Can't even handle a little bit of dick."

Ryder's hips continued to thrust, his cock swelling in your mouth as he reached his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he came, his hot, salty seed filling your throat. You swallowed, your throat working to accommodate the flood of fluid, your body reacting instinctively. Ryder's grip on your hair loosened, his hips slowing as he caught his breath. He looked down at you, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and smiled. "Good girl," he said.

As Ryder helped you to your feet, his eyes still glazed with the remnants of his pleasure, he ran his thumb over your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You're so beautiful, even with my cum dripping from your lips, slut" he whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. But before you could respond, Ryder's expression turned, his eyes glinting with a newfound intensity. "But I'm not finished with you yet, slut," he growled, his voice low and menacing.