"Mr. Cheevers will see you now," said the poker-faced secretary, placing the phone back in its cradle.
It's about time, thought Missy, standing up and rearranging her stylish red dress. She peered down at her slender calves encased in sheer golden hose. She swelled out her chest proudly. Her hand ran quickly through her platinum hair.
Everything was perfect. No need to check her make-up. She'd done that a dozen times while she was waiting, making sure the dark blue eye shadow was just right, pursing her full red lips against each other to increase their glossy sheen. She glanced one last time at the prim secretary, then turned the door handle and stepped inside the inner office.
"Ah, Miss Treats! Come on in and sit down," Mr. Cheevers welcomed, "My, but you are a pretty girl, aren't you?"
Missy smiled her sexiest smile and swung her hips loosely as she moved to the seat in front of Cheevers' desk. This guy might be old enough to be her father, but he wasn't blind. If sheer girlish appeal was a requirement for this job, she certainly wasn't going to lose out for lack of effort in that area.
"And so, you want the job as assistant salesgirl, is that right?" he queried, his eyes running up and down her lithe young body.
"That's right. I'm out of school now, and I need a job badly."
"Have you any idea how many young women I've seen this morning already, all clamoring for the job? About a dozen. Some of them with quite a lot of experience in department store sales. What makes you think you're any better qualified than they?"
Missy's heart fell. What a question to start out with! He was right, of course. There were probably dozens of girls better suited to this job than she. What did she have to offer that was more attractive?
Her stomach lurched crazily. Well, there was always one area in which she couldn't be beaten. She'd had enough guys tell her so over the last few years that she had no doubt it was true.
"Well," she began, her heart racing, "I am very good at getting along with people, especially men. I believe that given a chance, I could sell anything to your male customers. Anything at all." She leaned forward, pretending to adjust her dress, and the pale inner swells of her luscious tits heaved forward and separated inside the low-cut top.
"Yes…" Cheevers murmured quietly, his gaze glued to the young girl's stunning cleavage. Some dress to come to a job interview in! he mused. She obviously wore no bra, and he could damn near see her nipples! They were such large tits for such a slender girl.
"Men seem to like me. I'm not sure why," she smirked. "Believe me, I could sell them anything."
"I bet you could," he muttered absently, raising his eyes to her face and studying her with care. She really was amazingly pretty. Huge grey eyes stared frankly into his. Her nose crinkled up in a tiny childish smile and her tongue scraped sexily over her lush, red lips. "As a matter of fact, many of our customers happen to be men. But I'm not sure that qualifies you over any of the other applicants."
"Oh, but it does, don't you see?" Missy insisted, rising from her chair and leaning over the desk towards him. Her wavy platinum hair fell forward around her face. Her tits swayed down inside the flimsy dress top. "Sex appeal can be such an asset in sales, don't you agree?"
He glared, fascinated, into her deep cleavage. Her tits were like two huge, perfectly formed mounds of dough, golden brown on top, where they'd been exposed to the sun, and a pale milky white below, where they'd been concealed in bras and bikinis. As she bent lower over the desktop, he swore he could see the edge of one pink circle of nipple peeking from under the red fabric.
She fixed him with a bright, determined stare and licked her lips for the third or fourth time in less than a minute. "Isn't it?" she whispered hoarsely.
Then she stood up, letting her tits heave back into her chest. Slowly, calmly, she skirted the desk and came round to where he was sitting. She slipped her ass onto the notepad in front of him, placed a foot on the arm rest of his chair, and spread her legs under the light red dress.
She slipped the strap of the dress off her right shoulder. The fabric rustled down lightly, revealing most of the upper globe of her magnificent tit. Tugging gently at the material, she eased inch after inch of tanned skin into the open, till finally a hopelessly lengthened brown nipple snapped to freedom, poking out over the dress top like a squat thumb tip.
"Good God," croaked Cheevers, swallowing. He'd never seen anything quite so beautiful. The nipple, the puffy circle of dark flesh the nipple sat on, the surrounding globe of half-pale, half-brown tit – everything was all so perfect, so mouthwatering.
"Do you like it?" Missy breathed, watching his face carefully. "Do you think it's pretty?"
"Mmmmm," answered Cheevers, grasping the arms of his chair tightly. The tit hung heavily over the top of her dress, its long nipple pointing at him accusingly. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to flick the stiff nubbin with his thumb. He wanted to take her nipple in his mouth and suck.
"Would you like to see the other one?" she asked him quietly. "Would you like me to take my other tit out and show it to you? I like showing men my tits."
She grabbed hold of her dress again and pulled down. The covered tit slowly came into view. The nipple, like the other one, popped out into the open like a knob of granite. She unhooked her arm from the shoulder strap and the dress flopped uselessly over her rib cage and stomach. It came to rest in a tangled roll around her waist.
"Jesus Christ!" groaned Cheevers. "What fantastic tits! What fantastic fucking tits!"
"So you like them?" asked Missy. "I'm so glad! Most men do. They always say that the nipples are real long. They always seem very impressed with that. And of course I'm pretty well endowed to boot."
"They're gorgeous! They're simply gorgeous!" moaned Cheevers. "I've never seen tits like them. So firm and full! So big! And those nipples!"
"You can touch them if you like. I don't mind, really. I like having my tits squeezed."
There was a low whimper somewhere deep in his chest, and the film of sweat along his brow gleamed brightly. The limp log of his cock stirred gently against his thigh. Slowly, steadily, blood began to flow into his pulsing prick.
"Go ahead. I don't mind. Feel them all you want. Feel my nipples. You'll enjoy it, I guarantee." She was bending over him, swinging the swollen tits in front of his face like lush, ripe fruit. Her heavy tits swayed and separated, their nipples seeming to grow longer as he watched.
"This is crazy! This is simply crazy!" he announced in a gritty, dreamy voice. "I'm supposed to be interviewing you for a job, and you're naked to the waist, showing me your tits! This is absolute madness!"
"No it isn't. It's very natural. You want to know what my best qualifications are. I'm showing you. Don't you want to examine my qualifications while you've got the chance?"
Supporting herself with her hands on her knees, she leaned forward, shimmying her tits back and forth before him like an experienced stripper. Her lush tits quivered and rolled as she moved. He brought up his hand, touched the underside of her left tit with his fingers, and dented the soft juicy flesh tenderly. A thrill shot from his fingertips all the way into his crotch.
"They're so beautiful! So beautiful!" he murmured. "Like nothing I've ever seen!" He cupped the underside of her tit in his palm, lifted it, felt its weight in his hand. Her tits seemed to weigh several pounds.
"That's it! Don't be shy! Feel them all you like! And the nipples. Don't forget the nipples. I love having my nipples pinched." She stared down at her tits as he began playing with them, more than a little thrilled herself at the weird turn of events. She'd come here to ask for a job, and here she was letting the boss play with her tits!
Cheevers touched his fingertips to the long hard stub of one nipple. It was hot and solid as stone, a great soaring hunk of nut-brown teat. And as he watched, her nipple seemed to grow, to crank up higher off its circle of pink, like a small cock. Her nipple was already damn near an inch long.
"Your nipples are amazing," he raved softly, tweaking the hot stub between his thumb and forefinger. "The way they stick up, you could hang clothes off them!"
Missy smiled. "I had the longest nipples of anyone in school," she boasted. "The girls in gym class told me so." She thrust out her tits proudly, forcing their swollen tips into Cheevers' teasing hands. His fingers felt wonderful on her golden skin.
He moved over to the other tit, hefted it in his palm, kneaded the flesh hungrily. Her tits was so plush and full and heavy! He began to press and nip the second nipple, screwing her nipple around and around in his fingers.
"Would you like to suck them?" she asked sweetly, looking into his eyes. Her voice was so innocent, so matter-of-fact, as if she asked this kind of question every day.
"Ohhhhhh…" he groaned, his heart pounding. Could this really be happening? Was he maybe dreaming? The most luscious young girl he had clapped his eyes on in months was naked to the waist in his office, asking him if he wanted to suck her nipples!
"I'll let you, if you want to. I like having my nipples sucked. But I should warn you… I tend to get quite excited. There's no telling what I might do if you start sucking!"
Again Cheevers groaned, his prick thrusting farther and farther down his thigh. His cock was caught under the leg of his shorts, and as his prick grew he became more and more uncomfortable. If this went on much longer, he would have to take his cock out. He'd just have to. His prick would snap off otherwise.
"Here," she said, circling her right tit with her slender fingers, pushing it tenderly towards his sweating face. "Have a suck. I know you want to. I know how men like sucking tits."
He leaned forward a fraction, and suddenly the stiff prong of her nipple was between his lips. Her nipple butted against his teeth and thrust onto his tongue, throbbing softly. Her tits mashed onto his lower face, blocking off the air to one nostril and pressing against his chin. Her tit was soft and firm, lush and warm to the touch.
"There, isn't that nice?" Missy queried pleasantly, watching him start to suck on her lengthened nipple. His eyes closed with lust, and she suddenly realized she had him completely in her power. It gave her a little thrill in her stomach. "Doesn't it feel nice to suck my tit?"
"Mmmmmmfffff," mumbled Cheevers, circling his tongue around and around her granite nipple, poking his tongue into the squat head of her nipple.
"Yes, that feels so nice. I love it. I love having someone suck my nipples," she said, letting her head roll back on her shoulders. Her lovely hair cascaded over her brown shoulders.
Cheevers' mouth was making wet, squeaking sounds on her tit. He was pulling on her nipple like a hungry baby, sucking the inch-long nub far out onto his tongue. The entire end of her tit was gleaming with a layer of saliva. And then he was spitting it out. It shone brightly, thrust up high like a light switch.
"The other one," he moaned. "Give me your other nipple to suck. They're fantastic! I don't believe it!"
Smiling softly, Missy moved her other tit onto his mouth, let him suck her second nipple between his lips. It never failed. Men were fascinated by her tits. And when she let them suck on her, they went crazy. Yeah, those other job applicants might have been better qualified, but none of them would have nipples like these! No way!
She let him suck contentedly there, cradling his head in her hands. And while she did so, she absently glanced into his lap, curious to know what effect all this was having on his cock. He had to be hardening. He had to. No one could take this kind of treatment and not get excited. The only question was, how excited was he? Could she take this situation further than it had gone already?
His cock was evidenced by a large, curved swelling halfway down his thigh! This guy was well hung! It looked like his prick was caught tightly under the fabric of his slacks. His cock was probably bursting to be free. What would be the best thing to do? Take him out and jerk him off in her hand? Suck his cock? There were so many possibilities. She smiled slowly. Maybe she'd try them all!
"Mmmmmmfffff," he mumbled around her nipple, sucking it into complete erection. He rolled his eyes up briefly to stare into her gorgeous face.
"Are you getting turned on?" she teased, flashing her gray eyes and crinkling up her nose. "Has sucking on little Missy's titties got you all hot and bothered?"
She reached into his lap, running her hand up and down along the curving, stony rod of his prick. His cock felt thick and fat under his clothes. And very, very long.
"What are you doing?" he asked, breathlessly pulling his mouth off her tit. He, too, gazed down into his lap, watching her fingers rub up and down along his cock.
"I'm going to take your cock out. I think it's been cooped up long enough. The poor thing must be dying of loneliness in there!" And with that, Missy clasped the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down, making a soft zipping sound that echoed across the room.
"This is crazy! We can't do this here! I can't let you."
"But you are letting me, aren't you? You're going to let me do what I want to do, aren't you Reggie?" She smirked mischievously at the use of his first name. She'd seen it on his door – Reginald Cheevers: Personnel. It gave her a silly little thrill to be able to call him Reggie. And she'd been so scared of him when the interview began!
Her hand fumbled inside his open fly, searching for his swollen prick. For the longest time, she couldn't find his cock and she began to think the bulge she'd seen in his pants was all in her imagination. But then she dug under the top of his shorts, wriggled her fingers deeper. She began to feel the heat and bulk of something huge growing out from his crotch.
"Wow, this feels fantastic!" she praised, suddenly dropping to her knees between his spread legs.
He scowled, sorry to see her tits move out of range of his mouth. But he was caught up in the thrill of what she was doing in his lap, and he made no protest. Already she was unbuckling his belt, spreading the upper flaps of his business slacks, scrunching up his shirt in a roll over his belly. She made sure she had him thoroughly naked about his crotch.
"Shit, your cock feels so huge! How big is it?" she panted, her tongue curling out the side of her mouth in anticipation. She wrangled his pants and shorts down off his crotch, and be lifted his ass to help her, letting her pull the crumpled clothing well down his thighs.
There was no need to answer her question. Released from the confines of his shorts, his swollen cock sprang up like a striking snake, bashing her under her chin with its head before recoiling and swinging up and down in front of her astonished eyes. His prick swayed there before her gently, tilting in the air.
"My God, it's a monster! It's fucking huge! I've never seen a cock like it! Shit, it must be ten inches long!"
"About that, yes," Cheevers replied modestly. "Nine and a half actually. Do you think it's too big?"
"Too big! It's perfect! It's gorgeous! I love every inch of it! Oh, God, it's lovely!" She curled the fingers of one hand around its thick trunk and pulled on his prick. The foreskin bunched up cutely over the shining cockhead. Then she tugged down, drawing the loose skin off the prickhead and under the rim beneath. His entire cockhead was exposed, gleaming and inflamed. His prickhead was about the size of a pool ball.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned, his balls sizzling. The teenager's hand on his cock was so cool, so gentle. When it came to handling pricks, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"Does it feel nice when I do that?" she asked. "Does it feel nice when I move my hand about on your cock?"
Again he groaned. If she kept up that kind of talk, he'd be spraying her with jism in no time.
"It's beautiful! I can't get over it! None of my boyfriends have cocks this big!" Up and down, up and down, her hand moved tenderly, jacking the loose outer layer of skin back and forth over the stiff bulk of his prick. Soft, wet, snapping sounds rose up from his naked lap.
She bent her head to study his cock more closely, fascinated at the sheer bulk of his prick. It was rare that she ever had an opportunity to examine a cock. Usually the guy she was with was too excited, too far gone to do anything but shove his prick inside her cunt and blast his wad. Now that she had someone totally under her control, at least for a little while, she was determined to learn all she could about cocks.
His prick was monstrous, like a thick pole of salami in her fist. A fat, pulsing blue vein wriggled up its left side, all the way from his balls to his cockhead. As she watched, she could see his prick throbbing gently, pumping blood up into his soaring prick. Beneath, his ball sac hung heavily, a wrinkled pouch of skin bristling with tiny hairs.
"God, what a cock! God, what a cock!" she murmured over and over again, keeping up a steady rhythm with her clutching hand. His balls flexed and bobbed in their pouch as she jerked on him.
"Miss Treats… this is crazy," he muttered, thrilling to the touch of her lovely fingers on his prick. Her nails were painted a bright-red color and she had a ring on each of two fingers. The sight of her long, slender digits curled tightly around his twitching cock was almost unbearable.
"It's growing! Your cock's growing in my hand. I can feel it! It's getting thicker! Oh fuck!" she wailed, her eyes wide with wonder. To think that a prick this huge could swell even more! And all for her! All because she was pulling on it!
Cheevers stirred in his seat, inching his ass closer to the edge of the chair. His cock loomed higher in the teenager's fist, soaring through her fingers like a baseball bat. Deep in his throat he gurgled. His eyes fluttered close then opened again, rolling crazily in his head.
"It's leaking! Shit! Look at that! Your cock's leaking stuff!" Missy raved, her gaze glued to the purple cock tip as it split open, and oozed a fat pearl of clear pre-cum juice out onto its dome. As she watched, the bubble drooled easily down to the underside of the cockhead.
Leaning her upper body in close to him, Missy hefted one tit in her left hand. She brought his throbbing hard-on in towards her tits, and, with a deft, quick motion, poked her erect nipple with the shining satin prickhead. The ball of clear juice was transferred to her pulsing tits, making her nipple gleam brightly like a Christmas tree decoration. Then Missy began circling her nipple with his cockhead, smearing the sap around and around her tit-tip.
"Oh, fuck!" Cheevers groaned loudly, amazed at the young girl's actions. What was she trying to do, drive him out of his mind? He'd never had a woman do such things to him. Never.
"Do you like that?" she purred, flashing her huge, gray eyes up at him a moment. "Does my tit feel good on your cock?" Around and around she daubed the clear liquid, and, as if summoned by her hand, his cock seeped more and more juice from its tip. The end of her tit glowed with the sticky stuff.
She changed position suddenly, tugging his cock across to her other tit, where she repeated the lewd procedure. Her poor nipples were nudged this way and that, bent out of shape under the stone-hard cockhead. They looked like they'd both been dipped in varnish.
But, just as suddenly, she let go of his throbbing cock, allowing his prick to support itself. His cock pointed to the ceiling like a bright-red racket. She moved over his cock with her body, capturing his stiff prick between the lush globes of her tits. Bumped to the left and to the right, his cock finally settled in the deep furrow of her cleavage, his cock shaft mashed under her two plush tits, its head poking promisingly out over the top, tilting towards her chin.
She began to rock up and down on her haunches, driving her tits along his aching cock shaft, fucking him with her tits. She bent her nipples inwards, made sure they scratched and scraped along the surface of his prick, scouring the twitching blue vein in its side. The oily goop that had seeped free was smeared back onto the cock stickily.
"Oh, fuck, that feels great! Doesn't that feel great?" she said, bobbing up and down between his legs like someone possessed. "Do you like to fuck tits? Do you? I love a hot cock in there! It feels so weird! I love a cock between my tits!"
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" he groaned. He didn't believe this was happening. Surely he would wake up any minute and discover he had dreamed all this.
"And you're leaking like a faucet! Look at all the stuff that's pouring out! It's all over my tits! All your juice is smeared into my tits!"
Great globs of pre-cum juice were seeping out his cock tip into the lush tunnel of her cleavage. It was lubricating the channel beautifully, allowing his fat cock to fuck back and forth easily. Even his balls were coated with pre-cum, nestling cozily there on her rib cage like captured eggs. Once or twice his cockhead bumped her under the chin and left a smear of clear cock-juice there, too.
"Would you like me to suck it?" Missy asked suddenly, rolling her lovely gray eyes up at him. "Would you like me to take your lovely, hot cock in my mouth and suck it till you come? I will if you want me to. I like to suck cock. Honest. I love to take a big cock in my mouth and suck out all the juice."
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Cheevers moaned, his head tilting back and forth on his shoulders. This was madness! This would drive him insane!
"How about I lick you first? I really like to lick cocks. And balls too. I really love to lick balls. But you must promise to tell me if you start to come or anything. Will you? Will you promise me to tell me if you're going to come?"
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Cheevers panted, nodding his head crazily. He couldn't speak.
"I like to know when a guy is coming, you know? Usually I can tell without him saying anything. But sometimes you get caught off guard. Tell me just in case. Do you want to come in my mouth or what? Is that what you want? Do you want to come in my mouth?"
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" grunted Cheevers, humping his prick up towards her face.
But his cock was caught tightly between her tits, and she had his prick completely under her control. She bent her head, pursed her full red lips in a pretty oval, each time his cock bore up through her tit cradle, its satin head inched ever closer to her inviting mouth. At last, in a coupling that made his balls churn, his prick crown slotted itself perfectly, deliciously, into her mouth.
He humped his stiff cock up and down between her tits, and each time he thrust upwards, his cockhead blocked off the lush circle of her lips. She continued her bucking movements, and, together, they fitted his cock tip to her lips time and again. Her mouth pouted and gave his prick soft, wet kisses, one after the other, smearing lipstick onto his cock sexily.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Cheevers mumbled, glaring fixedly at the lovely teenager's sucking face. None of his cock shaft was disappearing inside her mouth. Only the head slipped inside each time. But it didn't matter. This was fantastic. Nothing could feel better than this.
Already his jism was stirring in his balls. The sight of her pretty face, all that platinum-blonde hair, that sexy, dark-blue eye shadow, her rouged cheeks, her puffy, lipstick-smeared lips – it was all too much. The face was right in front of him, in his naked lap, with his reddened cock drilling against her lovely mouth, ready to blast her with spunk.
Suddenly her tongue snaked out, dug underneath his pulsing cockhead, and supported his prick lovingly. Each time his cock drove forward, it slid straight and true into the oval of her lips. She scooped up the trickle of precum that still steadily purled forth from his split prick tip.
Her hand burrowed underneath his balls, clasping them tenderly, squeezing them, coaxing up their juice. The combined effort of her hands, her tits, her mouth, sent shivers of delight up his cock. He again felt the heavy cream rolling and bubbling in his captured balls.
"Does it feel good? Does your cock feel real good?" she said removing her mouth from him a moment and looking up into his face. "Don't forget to tell me when you're coming. I want to know. I want to be prepared."
She resumed work on his aching cock. But now she took his prick in hand again, pulled his cock upright, and dipped her head so that she could get beneath his prick. She poked out her tongue and began scouring his cock, licking and lapping up his granite prick shaft like his cock was some giant ice cream cone. She wriggled her tongue over the pulsing blue vein, diddled her tongue into the piss slit at his cockhead, then delved below and began licking and slopping at his balls with her soft mouth.
Again he groaned, his prick swollen beyond recognition in his lap. He closed his eyes, let his head roll back on his shoulders, tried to think of other things. Why he hadn't shot off before now was a mystery to him. Maybe his body and brain had combined forces, both aware that this kind of thing occurs only once in a lifetime. Once this was over, it might never happen again as long as he lived.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" moaned Missy, folding her lips over the warm, hairy pouch of his balls. She clamped his cock shaft in her fist and pumped his prick up and down evenly, determined to keep his cock at its present stiffness till his prick exploded.
One ball plopped completely inside her open, gasping mouth. She flopped her lips over his balls. She bathed his balls in spit and began to curl her tongue around his ball lovingly, rolling and bumping his ball against the insides of her cheeks. Tiny bristling ball hairs were caught between her teeth.
"Ohhhhh," sighed Cheevers, his jism boiling in his captured balls. He tried to think of other things, ran his mind back over all the tedious job applications he'd been studying all morning. No one had mentioned anything on her list of credits to compare with this, of course. None of the job applicants had boasted of her ability to suck balls or lick cock!
"How's that feel? Huh? Nice?" Missy asked, spitting his ball out a moment and looking at him in the eye. Before he could answer, she dipped her head again, sucked his other ball inside her hot, wet mouth. Her cheek bulged hugely with his great, fat ball. The swell of her face shone brightly.
And then she backed off yet again, releasing one ball only to press her face more harshly against his crotch in an attempt to suck both balls at one time into her crazy mouth. Her tongue wriggled and her lips crept forward, and, by degrees, his spit-soaked ball sac was disappearing into her face, like some huge hunk of food. This time, both her cheeks swelled out lewdly, filled to capacity with Cheevers' entire ball pouch.
"Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped, glaring at her in disbelief. Both balls at once! She was sucking both his balls into her mouth at the same time!
Even as he watched, her lips crept up over the last pulsing bulge of his sac, and his balls were gone, completely enclosed, by her hungry, sucking mouth.
"It can't be! You can't be doing that!" he groaned, recovering his voice. "It isn't possible! You can't suck both my balls at once!"
But I can, my dear man, Missy thought proudly. Just look at my face. There's the proof! Her heart swelled with triumph. Men always thought they knew everything about sex. But when you got right down to it, you could always prove them wrong on at least a couple of things. She was thrilled to prove Mr. Cheevers wrong. What better proof could he want of her abilities?
"Mmmmm!" she muttered, slobbering on his balls as if she were eating her last meal. There wasn't very much she could do with them, really, for her mouth was just too full. She simply flexed her cheeks back and forth and ran her tongue continually beneath his tight sac, bathing both balls with warm, wet spit. Her eyes bulged with the strain.
Her fist kept up an even rhythm on his looming prick. The cockhead dripped a steady flow of clear cum into her hair. His hips rose and fell gently as he drove his cock through the vise of her fingers.
She gagged suddenly, and his balls burst roughly from her glistening face. They bounced and jangled a moment before settling, their tiny hairs and enclosing skin glistening with Missy's hot saliva. The pouch was damn near steaming.
"Arrgh!" he called out in panic, wondering what the hell was happening. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with tension.
"I'll suck you now, okay?" she said, glancing into his face. "I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck you off. Would you like that? Would you like me to suck you off?"
Cheevers groaned, out of his mind with lust. How had he gotten into this situation? What had happened? One minute he'd been sitting at his desk, minding his own business… the next he'd had a half-nude angel of a girl sucking his balls! It was like some wild wet dream!
Missy got up on her knees and angled his cock down towards her mouth. She licked up underneath his prick several times, scraping her tongue from the base to the crown. Then she tilted her head, opened her mouth, and let the purple bulb of his gleaming cockhead slip between her lips. His prickhead rode over her tongue and bumped the roof of her mouth.