This Might Be Perfect

Rachel pulls back slowly, her tongue lingering as she rolls it around his head before she lavishes him with a kiss. The man behind the wall is gasping, breathing heavily as her hand finds the back of my head and guides me forward.

To say that I'm nervous is an understatement. To say that a part of me can't believe this is happening is to play it all down. I'm shaking like a leaf as she leads me, but I'm like a fish to water as well. I'm ready to take to it. Ready to take her place.

She guides my head to his head, my lips to his cock. I press forward at the last second, **** to have my agency be my guide as I bend to suck him and part around his length.

He's salty and frankly he tastes a little like her. Like her lip gloss, I realize, strawberry sweet and saccharine. I smile and I moan as my tongue comes out in a pale imitation of her skill, but I'll get there in the end. I just need more practice.

An anonymous cock is a great place to practice just this, as is this place where hopefully his cock will be replaced by another afterward. Either way my inexpert actions are not enough to still him. This man is ready to cum.

Rachel pushes my hands away to take my place. She strokes him faster, squeezing him and shifting her hands around spinning them around and up and down the length of him. From the other side of the wall he slams a flat palm down on it, shaking the room around us.

I push down. If I can't be good I can at least be thorough. Rachel had given all of her attention to the head of him, but I push her hands away and give my attention to taking as much of him in as I possibly can.

I don't manage to take every last inch. He's too long for that and I'm too nervous and it's all so much. But I manage to push down and when I pull back my nostrils flare, my lungs burning a little for air before I feel a hand on the back of my head forcing me forward again.

Rachel holds me down. She presses me down into him and I feel him rush against the back of my throat. I moan deeply feeling like I'm being used and loving every last moment of that sensation as I give in to it, as I let it just take me.

Her fingers turn from flat to gripping the back of my head. They dig into my hair and give her the anchor she needs to direct me.

Pulling me back and pressing me forward again and again. Faster and faster as I swallow as much of him as I can. My jaw aching and my lungs burning as I reach forward, pressing both hands flat on the wall in front of me and just fixating on the line of his cock in front of me as it disappears again and again past my lips.

Just as soon as it was in me it is out of me. She pulls me back only to replace my lips with hers. I gasp and gulp in air, **** to satisfy my physical need for oxygen, and the moment I can breathe again and the world isn't going dizzy and dark I turn back to him with her.

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