Transition to the bedroom

“I get paid in cold, hard cash and warm, hard cock,” Kennedy purrs as she leads me to her bedroom. “I spend all that time getting them worked up, making their cocks so long and hard and thick they hurt, and then I get to enjoy the fruit of my labor. If they’re hot enough to be worth fucking, of course. They aren’t all, but you definitely are—and you’re close enough for return engagements, which is even better.”

“So your sister trying to be protective . . .” I begin slowly.

“Is wasting her time,” Kennedy interjects. “I think I’ve fucked more guys than she has. Little Miss Grind . . .” She looks at me speculatively. “If you’re as good as I hope you are, stud, I’ll have to set you up with her. It would do her good to get fucked silly a few times. Her tits aren’t as good as mine, but her ass is hot, and she’s cute. But enough about her,” Kennedy says, dropping to her knees on her bedroom carpet. “It’s time to free this big dick that’s trying to rip your pants open.”

She tries to fish out my pole, but it’s long and hard enough that she finally decides just to pull everything down. Once she has it free, she stares at it raptly. “This might be the best cock I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs. “It’s so long, and . . . thick . . .” Kennedy swirls her tongue around my glans, then envelops it in her warm, wet mouth. She rotates her head around, taking it in and out, sucking on it and licking it all over. “And tasty . . .” she moans. She slips a hand into her twat and gets busy.

Kennedy kisses up and down my shaft, curling her tongue around it as she goes. She licks my ball sac and sucks on my balls, one at a time, then bobs her head up and down when she gets back up to the knob. She frigs herself furiously the whole time. It’s not long before she pulls off and says, “I need more. I need you in my pussy, baby. I need you . . .” She lies back on the bed and says, “Exploit me, baby. Have your wicked way with me.”