Cheryl agrees to oral sex

"John?" She whispers your name as she looks up at you.

You are enjoying the power over her as she kneels at your feet.

"Yes," you reply while grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Please," she begs while batting her moistening eyes at you.

"It's just a blow-job Cheryl, no big deal." She's pissing you off.

She struggles against the hold you have on her hair. You grip her tighter.

"O.k.," she finally quits struggling.

"Take it out," you order her.

Your previously frozen cock is now rock hard. It's been a long time since your girl-friend sucked you off and you can't believe how lucky you are to have found a college chick this fast.

Cheryl hesitates but you yank her head into your groin. She brings her hands up to your briefs and pulls them to your ankles.

"Oh my god," Cheryl tries to get away when she sees your angry cock. It takes all your strength to keep her on her knees before you.

You cock is as hard as it has ever been. It is almost painful to feel it bobbing in the cool air from the stream.

"Hold still," you command the trembling Cheryl.

She is freaking out and trying to get away.

"Please," she begs, "I don't want to."

"I'm sick of what you want," you yell at her.

Holding her head with both hands you rub your jutting erection all-over her tight lipped mouth. She has her lips clamped shut tight but you don't care. Your having to much fun smearing her lipstick with your leaking cock. Before long you have most of her nose, lips, and neck covered with your leaking load of pre-cum.

"Open your eyes," you shout at her.

Cheryl looks up at you trembling.

"Let's get started, I don't have all day."