Gabrielle Interrupts

As I walk down the sidewalk, I catch sight of Gabrielle checking the mail. She sees me, and she grins brightly, and her free hand raises fast. She waves at me, calling out loudly down the sidewalk to ensure she has my full attention. “Hey, faggot!”

“You want a snack, slut?” she shouts, utterly murdering subtlety as I hasten down the sidewalk to reach her, smiling at the way she talks to me, now. “That's a yes. Heh. Hungry fucking fag. Get on your knees.” I don't hesitate, as I have no right to.

I kneel down in front of her on the sidewalk, and Gabrielle immediately reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping. Gabby smacks my face hard with her cock as soon as it springs free, the scent of her warm musk immediately flooding my lungs.

“Suck it, faggot, I've got milk for you,” Gabrielle orders casually, as if this is the most natural place in the world for her to have her cock sucked. I immediately lift my head, bringing my lips to her crown, and wrapping my mouth around her rod.

I moan soft on her cock, letting her flavour drench my taste buds in savoury sweetness. There are real risks to doing this, so open and public, but there are no children in the neighbourhood. At eighteen, the twins are literally the youngest of all.

I bob my head hard and fast, nevertheless, eager to receive her milk. Gabrielle focuses her dark brown eyes on mine, with a bright smile as she watches me bobbing my head on her thick meat, my lips well-stretched to accommodate her girth.

“Yea, you really love being a cocksucking faggot slut, don't you, whore?” she asks, the question the literal incarnation of rhetorical. I moan, affirmatively, nevertheless, and Gabrielle simply chuckles with delighted amusement at my response.

“Yea, you'll never turn down some free milk, will you? Fucking faggot,” Gabrielle snickers down at me, watching my lips slide up and down on her shaft. I sink my mouth to her hilt, swallowing hard around her cock as my lips touch her nuts.

I can't imagine a better life, but this is still embarrassing as fuck. Kneeling on the sidewalk, sucking her cock in the open, I'm still moaning, offering her sensual vibrations. I don't have the right to say no or refuse her, so I simply work on her.

Her fingers stroke through my hair, caressing my scalp, showing me how she feels about me. I feel loved, which makes me moan louder for her, prompting her fingers to massage more firmly. I keep my eyes fixed on hers, giving her eye contact.

She likes looking into my eyes, it seems, as I suck her cock, watching her meat vanish into my mouth and emerge from it, only to vanish in, again. I slow each time I near her crown, grinding my tongue around the underside, into her frenulum.

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