Sucking Frank

I kneel before Franklin, my eyes meeting his. He looks at me with a combination of shock and anticipation, his eyes hooded with desire. "Fuck, Bells, you're really going all out, huh?" he asks, his voice deep and husky. I nod, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. I kiss Frank's cock, my lips then moving down to his balls, my tongue lapping at them gently.

I can feel his pulse racing, the blood coursing through his veins. He lets out a groan, his head falling back as I tease him with my tongue, flicking it against the tight sac. "I told you I'd have my way with you, Frank," I tell him. "And this is the next thing on my list." Gently, I take his cock into my hand, my fingers wrapped around the length, and I lower my mouth to it.

Frank's eyes widen, and without further hesitation, I grasp the base of his now cock, guiding it to my waiting mouth.bFrank lets out a sharp intake of breath, and my mouth envelops him, my tongue sliding along the underside, my lips moving up and down his shaft. I take him deeper, my throat accommodating his girth.

"Fuck my face like it's a pussy, Frank," I order, my tone a commanding, sultry purr. "Show me how badly you want to cum inside me." Frank's eyes flare with desire, and with a growl, he begins to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my lips sucking hard on the shaft.

My hand works in tandem, stroking him in rhythm with my mouth, and I feel his grip on my hair tighten.vMy saliva mingles with the fluid that oozes from his tip, the sound of his ragged breaths and the slap of his scrotum against my chin filling the room. I take him as deep into my throat as I can, my tongue massaging the base as I suck him in, a hand gripping his balls, pulling them tight.

Frank's thrusts grow more frenzied, his hips bucking, his grip on my hair tightening. My lips, tongue, and throat work in unison, milking him with a fervent, **** intensity. The sight of him, so raw, so exposed, the pleasure and agony written all over his face, intoxicates me.

I suck harder, my speed increasing, and I feel him twitching, the signs that he's getting close to the edge. I want to make him cum, but I want to be the one to receive the full **** of his release. I swallow Frank's cock greedily into my mouth, deep throating him without mercy, my lips and throat constricting, forcing him to thrust his hips, to fuck my mouth.

He grunts and groans, his body tensing, his pace growing more ****. I can feel his balls tighten, and I know that he's close. I want him to lose control, to let go, to give in to the blinding white heat of his orgasm. My hand leaves his shaft, gripping his balls, rolling them, squeezing them, and I can hear him gasping.

Frank's thrusts grow more urgent, and I feel the pulsing, the spasms, that indicate his impending release. I can't hold back any longer, and I pull off him, his cock slapping against my chin as I open my mouth, prepared to receive his cum. Frank's body convulses, his seed erupting from his cock, arcing across my face, my hair, my chest.

I feel the first drops land on my lips, and I catch the rest in my mouth, swallowing the flood as it continues to gush forth. I look up at him, my lips and chin slick with his cum, my eyes filled with satisfaction. The power I hold, the control I wield, it's intoxicating. The sight of Frank, spent and panting, is a testament to my skill, my mastery.