Fuck, yeah!

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

Abby’s answering smile of delighted lust could light up a room. She kneels between my legs and gazes ecstatically at my dick. “It’s beautiful,” she says again. “So thick . . . and long . . .” She gently kisses the tip of my knob; her lips part slightly and the tip of her pink tongue emerges to lick around the hole. “. . . and soft . . .”

Abby looks up, gazing raptly into my eyes. The next thing I know, she’s still gazing into my eyes, but her nose is in my pubic hair. She swallows furiously, rippling her throat around my shaft, then pulls almost all the way off and deepthroats me again. I groan in pleasure, making her eyes sparkle. She bobs her head up and down several times, pausing at the deepest point to work my knob with her pussy-soft throat, then pulls off and starts kissing her way up and down my shaft. She sucks gently on my skin, caresses it with her lips, and laves it with her tongue—and all the time, her lust-filled eyes are locked on mine. “Fuck, Abby, you’re good at that,” I say, my voice husky.

“It makes me wet to hear you say that,” she purrs, her eyes still fixed on mine. “Almost as wet as thinking about this gorgeous hunk of man-meat stuffing my teen-girl pussy.” Abby dips down and engulfs my balls in the wet heat of her mouth. She starts wanking me again, twisting her hand and varying the pressure of her grip as she goes. She sucks my balls dreamily, like a child enjoying an especially good sucker. She rolls them on her tongue and licks all over my ball sack. She pulls off and caresses it with her lips, kissing it all over, then takes it into her mouth again and sucks some more.

“Abby, sexy girl, I’ve never had a woman love my balls that well,” I groan. “Not even Rowan— Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”

“Good,” she purrs, and starts throat-fucking me again. This time, she doesn’t take me all the way in every time—she varies the depth with each downstroke of her head. Several times she gets my knob just inside her throat and swallows. It isn’t long before I feel my balls begin to boil. “I’m about to cum,” I say, forcing the words out.

Abby pulls off until just my helmet is in her mouth, coiling her tongue restlessly around it, and sucks me like she’s trying to find the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop. That does it. “Cumming . . .” I grind out, then cut loose with a roar as orgasmic fire lashes my nerves.

When she feels the first spray of my cream, Abby opens her mouth wide so I can see it spurting onto her tongue, which is just teasing the underside of my cockhead. Her eyes glow as I unload into her mouth, blast after blast of cum.

As the flow slows to a trickle, Abby fastens her mouth around my glans and cleans me off quite thoroughly. She pulls off with a pop and licks her lips. “You taste good,” she coos.