Tongues out

John could feel a sudden sharp pleasure tinge up from his balls stopping right before his slit tip. His cock could visibly be seen stiffening to a harden veined maximum. Lola's eyes open as she continues speaking a few more words of unknown gibberish. Her hand tightly sliding down to its base in one quick fluent motion. before she parts her hands from it enterally.

"What was that?" John squirms with twitching tense hips. Lola's smile seems to grow even bigger as to what she's about to say. She almost looks like a villain right about now.

"You'll see soon enough cutie. Now let me enjoy this. You'll enjoy it better if you just try to relax." Lola smiles rubbing her face up against the back of John's cock. Her tongue lolling out flicking at his sack. John finally gives in, and drops his head back into the couch.

"Good boy... deep breathes... let me give you what you asked for." Her words fade into a lapping of wet lips, slurping up every angle of his cock. Her tongue seems to elongate and stretch in length as she licks from balls up.

John's mind lost in ecstasy, unaware of the changing body modifications. Lola's lips kiss and tongue at the purpling gland tip. Her lips sinking around them, enveloping the bulbus head within her mouth. The tongue roam and flicks as her lips suckle away.

The pressure of close orgasm becomes apparent, but something strange feels different this time. John's hands look for something to grip as the tension builds. Lola not giving any signs of slowing down. Her lips gyrate up and down over his hood, soon furthering downward.

The pleasure seems to only grow with no signs of orgasm in site. Her lips and tongue only seem to grow hungrier as she picks up her pace. A slobbery mess slowly forming at the chin.

Lola in her own little world of pleasure, makes eye contact with the defenseless pizza boy. A sensory overload would be the worst thing to happen right now. His redden face shows that might not be far from possible. Lola practically owns his cock the way she's using it. Her face becoming a piston over his pole. Her mouth centimeters from a deeptroat, her tongue's tip, tickling at his balls.

"I want to cum!" The pizza guy demands in a deep moan. His hands grasping gently at her head. His hips pressing upward into her throat. Lola gages into a light laugh before pushing fully down into his pelvis. Her chin and tongue's length flat against his fatting sack. John roars in immense pleasure pushing, with firm hands holding her head under.

A reflexive gage from Lola echoes throughout the living room let by a deep breath of air. A lolling goth with heated breath try's to speak. Her smiling face present as she pants for air.

"You... you want to cum?" She asks after a short few seconds. Her hand quickly jerking at John's cock. It glides up and down with the enormous amount of saliva.

"Well you can't."