The fact that Molly had her mouth wrapped around my cock made me feel extraordinary. It’s been months since I’ve had someone’s pink lips sucking me dry, hitting every corner of her mouth and teeth. Swift movements from her tongue elevated me to heaven, if there was one. Her brown lushful eyes kept connecting with mine every time that she would throb forward. “Am I doing it the way you like it?” she asked in an innocent tone, with my penis at the edge of her mouth. “Try putting it deeper, love.” It was as if my wish was her command, as if she were my genie, as if I were her God.
Thrusting forward and backward with my cock became tiring for her, I could feel the laziness in her mouth but she knew that her job was to make me cum. She knew that if she didn’t perform her duties she would be an embarrassment and a joke of a woman. Occasionally she would tell me that she didn’t like the taste of semen but this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. She was going to swallow my penis, my cum, and she was going to enjoy it. Her hands cupped my balls as she gobbled front and back, her soft, delicate hands filled with lotion and other delicacies. Molly knew exactly how to take a dick, and she was doing it as if it were her profession.