She'd been showing off all night...

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, curious. Terra pouted. "You have to ask? Was it really that gross? ...oh well..." Kneel down, she pulled my boxers off and gently grasped my cock, stroking it.

Leaning in, she licked the tip of my cock. "Mmm...see, John, I was showing you something special. Didn't you see how I could take that whole chicken without gagging?" she questioned, wiggling her eyebrows. Now that I thought about it, bad table manners aside, Terra HAD been putting on quite a spectical.

Smiling, I shake my head. "Most girls settle for popcicles when trying to seduce a guy that way," I mused. Terra stuck out her tongue. "Popcicles? For dinner? Not unless you had a couple of boxes...but here I am using my mouth for all the wrong reasons," she cooed before opening wide and taking my entire shaft into her mouth.

"Fuck!" I hissed. "That's amazing!" With a muffle giggle, Terra began to bob her head. I could feel her throat "muscles" working my shaft. Either Terra was built different then most, or robo-sluts had a feature I wasn't made aware of. Either way, I wasn't about to complain. I stroked her long blonde hair as she sucked me off, her hand busily working her pussy all the while.

Gripping the sheets, it took all I had to hold back. Finally I couldn't handle anymore. I came hard down her throat. Terra waited until I was finished before sitting back on her haunches, licking her lips. "Sweet...with a touch of salt," she noted. Standing up, she waved good bye, blowing me a kiss. "See you in the morning, Boss."

Life was good...