No slowing down

The older woman’s name slipped out in a breathless moan from the younger woman as she kept her grip tight on her hair. "That's it, Kathy. Show him how good that mouth feels."

Kathy's hands stopped pushing against my thighs. Her fingers relaxed, then slowly slid up to grip my hips instead. The fight drained out of her body as her throat stopped spasming around my cock. She started working her tongue along the underside, the wet heat of her mouth becoming more deliberate.

"Fuck, look at that," the younger woman laughed, loosening her hold. "Kathy's getting into it now."

Kathy pulled back just enough to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening shaft.

"Shut the fuck up, Jenny," Kathy growled around my cock, pulling back just enough to speak before plunging down again. "If you're going to make me do this, at least let me focus."

Her eyes were glassy, her face flushed red. Instead of pulling away completely, she leaned forward again and took me back into her mouth, sucking harder this time. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, no longer needing Jenny’s hand to guide her.

Jenny stepped back, watching with satisfaction as Kathy worked my cock on her own. "Good girl, Kathy. I knew you'd come around."

Kathy's hands moved to my ass, pulling me deeper into her throat. She gagged once, then adjusted her angle and took me even further. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the church as she sucked with increasing enthusiasm, her tongue swirling around the head each time she pulled back.

"Mmm, that's better," Kathy mumbled around my cock, her voice thick with spit. She looked up at me with watery eyes, no longer ashamed. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth while she sucked the rest with greedy, hungry pulls.

Jenny circled behind me, pressing her body against my back. "Told you she'd be a good little cocksucker once she got started," she whispered in my ear, watching Kathy's lips stretch around my thickness.

Kathy moaned in response, the vibration traveling up my shaft. She took me all the way down again, her nose pressed against my stomach as she held herself there, throat working around the intrusion. When she finally pulled off, she gasped for air but immediately went back down, fucking her own throat on my cock with wet, desperate sounds.

Her free hand disappeared between her legs, fingers working under her skirt as she continued sucking. The older woman's composure had completely shattered, replaced by raw need as she serviced my cock with increasing desperation.