Another Hour Later

Another hour had passed, Holly was losing hope.

She had tried everything she could, but his dick wouldn't even twitch.

She'd been working his shaft for what felt like an eternity, all the while her pussy was screaming at her.

She was impaling her throat on his manhood, using gravity to help her, but she was running out of energy.

Eventually she ended up nested between his knees, softly sucking his cock, trying to regain stamina.

She looked up at him, hoping for some kind of feedback.

He was lying back, with his hands behind his head, scrolling through Tinder.

Holly couldn't believe how little he cared about her, her body, and the fact that she had been worshipping his cock for the last few hours.

She felt like a piece of meat. A failure.

"Please Derek, are you close? Can I please have your cum on my face" she begged.

Derek looks down at her, finally acknowledging her.

"Mm, oh, are you still here?" He says sarcastically.

Holly's heart sank.

"Oh sorry, I was too busy finding a replacement"

Holly was stunned.

She had never felt so used in her life.

"Please, I've been sucking you for hours. I don't think my throat can take much more." She pleads.