You accept the offer

"You're an asshole," you say to the bronzed Mr. Crassle, "but you drive a hard bargain."

You snatch the money from his hand and stuff it into your purse. You try to ignore the reptilian smile that breaks across his leathery face as you drop to a crouch in front of him. You slide his belt through the buckle and unbutton his trousers. His half-hard prick dangles from the flap of his plaid boxers. You wrap your soft hand around it and lift it up so the head is pointing at your lips.

"Warn me before you cum," you say, looking up at the older man.

"Yeah, sure, babe," he lowers a hand to the top of your head and pulls your face to his cock. "Just get to work."

You part your lips and engulf the head of his cock in your warm mouth. He groans in response and you work your tongue in a swirl around his cockhead until he stiffens fully. His dick is a little bigger than Mr. Wood's, but not quite as fat. It has a slight unpleasant taste that is either piss or whatever weird soap he uses.

Regardless of your revulsion, you give Mr. Crassle an expert sucking. You bob your head up and down on his spit-soaked shaft, stroking him as you suck. When he is fully erect you take up a steady rhythm, tightening your full lips around his cock and sucking hard enough to hollow your cheeks around him.

"That's it, suck that sausage," he urges. "Play with my balls."

You drag his heavy balls out of his boxers and lick and suck them. You massage them with your free hand as you return to your stroking and sucking. Soon, Mr. Crassle is thrusting in and out of your mouth in time with your bobbing motion. Your clenched fist prevents him from face-fucking you, but you allow him to pump his dick into your mouth with each downward slurp.

You can feel the older man's prick swelling in your mouth and you wonder if he's going to warn you before he cums.

Does he warn you? Does he cum in your mouth? Or do you have some **** planned?