Say what?

John groans in agony, his cock reddening by the second. The a throbbing pressure that tightens with every little twitch. Little to no room left for it to expand further with blood.

“Awhh... poor boy. You probably have never been this hard in your life.” Lola’s dark-brown eyes flutter back and forth from his eyes to his shaft. Her fingertips gliding softly up and down its swollen side. Her right hand freely toying at John’s stomach, underneath his uniform polo.

“I know this is supposed to be a reward. A payment for my pizza... but I’m having way to much fun!” Lola’s mischievous smile forms again, her pupils thinning vertically, like cat slit-eyes. Her tongue lolling down, it’s length exceeding her small chin. Before splitting, forking in two, like a snake.

John’s eyes bug out at the alien transformation that takes place before him. Her forked tongue and upper lip soon placed back at his pole, as her nose grazes his purpling tip. Lola’s tongue’s length slithering down the shafts underside. Dripping saliva streams down pooling at the balls. Wet fingers and palms of both hands needing at them as she licks around John apprehensively.

“You taste delightful as ever... but I must have you in my throat. You should know boy, what you see is real, and it turns me on so very much... seeing you in such state.” Lola hisses sultrily. Her tongue’s tip, flicking at his numbing glands and slit.

“Are you ready for the best achievement you’ll ever have in your life.” Lola asks without really waiting for a response. Not that John could speak within such a state. She speaks once more, but more to herself this time. “This will surely make me peak!” As if out of excitement.

Such a small girl, with such eager and so much skill. Like a snake does, she latches around the twitching mess of a cock with her soft lush lips. With a determined moan, Lola steadily presses toward, engulfing John’s length. It’s not long before she’s reached the base, her lips stretching at attempts to kiss his pelvis flesh. The boy’s head drops back slack, against the couches frame. Lola’s determination blinds her from John safety. Her mind set to only focus his cock. It’s entirety buried within her throat, pulsating like a heart of its own. The girl’s hands slip away from his scrotum, replaced at her bare dripping cunt. Her posterior rising from a strong spread-legged squat. Fingers fiercely swipe at her clit and drill into her pussy. Straightening legs lead into a standing downward dog.

The Sounds of moaning mixed **** pleasure take over the room. As if the end was not even near. Though it must, right?