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Chapter 7 by ElizaLariana ElizaLariana

What kind of service does Andrew want me perform?

The kind where I'm on my knees...

It happens so suddenly that I'm momentarily caught in a sort of daze. Andrew says nothing and only walks backward to lower himself onto the couch. He has this confident aura about him and there is no timidity found in his gesture, beckoning me to approach him. He leisurely leans back, pushing his groin forward, so much that his upper body is almost horizontal. "Suck my dick," he says with such confidence that I'm taken aback. Where had timid Andrew gone in the last couple minutes. The answer is lost to me when he reaches underneath his sweatpants to pull out a semi-flaccid cock. In no time at all, it is nearly standing at attention above his pelvis. "Impressive, huh?"

His arrogant remark sours my expression, though a bit of me is indeed impressed by the length of his cock. While I have sucked and fucked longer and more girthier members before, never have I seen one such as Andrew's on a freshly legal adult. His words is quite emasculating, but in the moment, I find that I shouldn't get my opinions mixed up about how young this kid is or how arrogant is he towards me, a female who is a few years older than him. I'm sure that does not make me a cougar, so I get into position, believing I'm not one in the slightest.

I tend to dress casually to these little sessions, unless the client specifically asked for one in their request. I haven't accepted any that did lately, so the most clients I get are the ones who somehow like the girl-next-door look I try to convey. It's only a tanktop with a bra underneath, combined with a pair of skinny jeans on my person currently. Once I'm on my knees, I keep my awe towards his dick to a minimum and immediately place my mouth on the head. With a swirling of my tongue around the crown, I send Andrew into a surprising fit. I manage to keep his cock in my mouth, noting that he had good idea to take a shower before this. I try not to raise the corners of my mouth into a smile as my expert tongue nearly sends Andrew over the edge. Recoiling, I feel a hand grasp a portion of my hair, followed by the weight of the kid's hand pushing my head down on his cock. The head and the shaft following it slides further into my mouth and hits the back of my throat, sending my gag reflex into overdrive. Andrew slightly deepthroats me as I try to push him off, finally doing so after about six seconds of holding me breath.

"Fuck," I gasp once I'm able to breath.

Does Andrew give me time to recover?

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