Suck his cock

"Alright slut, whatever you say. Now take off those panties so I can see what I'm working with." You say. You couldn't read Tony's expression. He looked simultaneously mad, happy, and horny. Tony pulled down his pants all the way and without any pause did the same with his briefs. Once done he stood before you bare naked, with only his baseball hat still on his body.

At this point you couldn't hold back any longer. His body was getting you riled up and years of repressed feelings came flooding through. You leant forward and kissed him with so much fire and passion you suprised even yourself. You grabbed him by his short hair, knocking the hat to the floor, mashing your face against his. Soon you were grinding up against one another, his cock slapping your inner thigh. You drop to your knees and start working on Tony's cock.

"I knew you've always wanted me to suck this cock. You should've said something," you say in between licks.

"I should've. Damn if I knew you could suck cock this good, I wouldn't have spent so much time chasing all those girls." Tony says between gasps as you play with his tip.

"Girls? You wouldn't have even looked at a girl if you knew you could get it this good with me," you say before opening wide and taking the cock deep down your throat. Tony lets out a gasp as you **** suddenly grabbing your head, keeping it in place.

"Fuck right there, just a little longer," he says as he chokes you. Your vision blurs as you lose oxygen, but you don't care. You'd take it deeper if you could. Your throat is clogged, his dick leaving no room for you to breathe. Your eyes are closing, it's getting dark when you feel it: Tony's body jolt and a warm liquid shooting down your throat. Tony pulls you off and you let out a long gasp and a fit of coughs. Some of his cum must have ended up in your lungs. You stand up and Tony puts an arm behind his head, scratching his head. "Sorry about that... I guess I got a little carried away," he says smiling, but you have a hard time focusing as your eyes get drawn to his muscular arms and freshly exposed armpits.

"It's fine," you say, "You can make it up to me by..."