Suck Mr Smith’s cock

You lean forward, your shoulders between Mr. Smith's knees, and bring your lips to the tip of his rapidly swelling cock.

The helmet head is hot and throbbing as you let your lips slide over it, let it slip into your mouth, filling it. For a moment images, memories of Sophie doing this very thing to you flit through your mind - God, she was a great cocksucker - you remember fondly her mouth on your shaft - and the reality of this cock in your mouth now snaps you back into the present. You're literally seeing Sophie's side of the story now. Mr. Smith grips your head with both hands and fucks your mouth vigorously, intentionally making you ****. Your hands involuntarily fly up to his thighs, to push away, but he slaps them aside.

He grabs your wrists and twists them behind your neck now, rendering you helpless.

The door opens. Surprised and suddenly embarassed, you struggle to break off from the sex act you've been performing, but Mr. Smith is having none of it. He keeps your head firmly planted over his crotch.

“Putting her to work already, I see,” you hear a woman's voice say. Mrs. Smith. “Is she adjusting well?”

“I haven't bothered to check. Why don't you take a look?”

Mrs. Smith's heels click as she approaches you from behind. She gives your ass a light slap. “Raise your ass high, slut.”