Cock Worship

“Mm, okay,” Cassie replies, as I kneel before her, her cock against the side of my face, while Mom takes the breadsticks and pizza, walking away, “Worship me, faggot. Show me what a fag you are. Make me feel like you made your Mom feel.”

I don't bother to nod, I simply turn my head to her cock and kiss her balls, then draw my tongue up her length. She hisses in pleasure, watching me as I maintain eye contact. My tongue glides up her thick underside, as she watches my worship.

“That's it, faggot,” Cassie groans with arousal, “Worship that cock. Make me feel like a goddess.” I kiss her crown lovingly, keeping my eyes reverently focused on hers, smiling lovingly as I kiss my way down her phallic length, then lick back up.

I grind the tip of my tongue against her frenulum on the upswing, before rolling it all the way around her crown. Cassie's soft, dulcet moan is beautiful in my ears, as I begin kissing my way down her cock again. I can feel her heat under my lips.

“Oh, fuck, yes, you fucking faggot!” Cassie groans, and my cheeks stain crimson with humiliation, on my knees for a girl I have known most of my life. “That's it, you fag, show me what a little whore you are!” I moan lovingly, licking her, again.

Her fingers flex and stretch in my hair as she grinds her fingertips against my scalp. The massage of my scalp only makes me blush deeper in shame, but my worship continues. Commanded to, I feel a desperate need to make Cassie feel divine.

My lips press firmly against her crown, kissing hard and grinding my tongue against the slit, before kissing a trail down to one side of her hilt. Cassie whimpers in pleasure, her body shivering, her feet flexing in her shoes while her spine arches.

“Oh, yes, you faggot!” she hisses lustfully, humming in delight as I draw my tongue slow and reverent up her cock and she looks down at me. Her eyes remain fixated on mine, seeing the love and devotion, the servile reverence, I look at her with.

“I'll never forget this, even if you do, faggot!” she advises me, “I'm always gonna know what a fucking little faggot you are, now, what your true use is!” I moan against her cock, offering sensual vibrations that make her shudder, and swear, again.

“Faggot!” she growls at me, but she doesn't slam her meat into my mouth, she simply holds onto my head and permits me to worship her cock like an altar. “That's it, faggot! Show me how you worship a goddess, you fucking little faggot whore!”

I can feel her cock starting to pulse, as my worship pushes her to the edge after more than twenty minutes on my knees in her service. Her fingers curl against my head, collecting handholds of my hair, but Cassie's not doing anything with it, yet.

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