Holstered

Cassie's pounding is all lust and rage, until her fingers tighten in my hair and she wrenches my head forward as she slams herself in. Her hips smack against my face as her final ram forces her balls into my mouth, her cock lodged in my throat.

“Oh! Fuck yes! Suck my balls you worthless piece of shit little faggot whore!” I moan softly, vibrating her cock as I swallow around it. My tongue flexes underneath her balls, caressing them, massaging them as I suck gently, her cock lodged deep.

“Thatta girl, Cassie,” Mom commends her, as Cassie's first pulse of cum pumps into the bottom of my throat. “Make him take it all, don't give him a choice. Let the faggot know exactly what you think of him. He probably won't remember this.”

For about half a minute, Cassie's cock pumps her seed into me, a good volume added to the contents of my stomach, now. When she pulls back, I moan softly, sucking her balls until they slide out of my mouth. I suck on her cock as she pulls out.

“Stupid little brainless faggot cock-slut!” Cassie hisses in pleasure, forcing herself to pull her completely out of my mouth. She looks down at me, biting her lower lip, as I look up at her. I can see she wants another round, but it won't be tonight.

“How did you enjoy your tip?” Mom asks smugly, and Cassie quickly stuffs her cock back in her underclothes, zipping up and buttoning. She clears her throat and looks from me to Mom, her cheeks warm and pink, but her smile openly bright.

“Best tip ever, Misses Grennan! Thank you!” she turns and bolts from the yard, back to her car, and quickly drives away. Mom strokes my hair as she closes the front door and locks it, then turns and points toward the kitchen for me to go to it.

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