His dick was covered in cum from top to bottom, and I slurped up as much as I could, while trying to breathe through my nose and not choke to death. He told me to work through the pain, and I tried, but after a minute or so more, it hurt too much and was taking away from the pleasure I was trying to experience. I was definitely a cock silly disoriented little slut at the moment, but I wasn’t so out of it that I forgot that this was illicit, hardcore sex, and he wasn’t a long time acquaintance of mine by any measure. Why don’t you get up on me and ride it? “If we do that, daddy, then I’ll have to turn away from you,” I said, “and I like looking at you.”
He said it was worth a shot, and for me to “bitch up” as he called it, and do what he wanted me to do.
