What A Perv

His hands grip tight in her hair, soft brunette locks through clenched fingers, straining, pulling at the roots of the scalp. Pushing her head forward toward the swelling, the smell of denim, nose to the bulge and rough fabric.
She can smell the cotton of his boxers, liquid detergent; he throbs.
Shaking fingers trace the growing outline through the thick faded fabric, exploring, finding the swollen tip, squeezing gently around it, palm sliding down the length of the shaft, breath coming out heavy and hot warming the fabric.
Taste it.
Clean taste of cotton, tongue sliding against the bulge, rough fabric on the tongue, she can feel the warmth underneath.
I want it. I need it.
The background melts away in the distance, nothing exists but the outline of his cock under the zipper. Licking through, like there’s no obstructions.
He sighs and pushes her head closer, asphyxiation against the wet denim.
Her fingers fumble with the button, she pulls the zipper down with a desperate motion and a sigh.
. Push them down.
Exposing clean cotton boxers, she can see his cock outlined hard and angry, pulsing red. Her tongue works over the cotton, soaking it with wanton spit, making it transparent, she can see the pink swell of need underneath. She grips the base through the wet cotton, stroking the hard throbbing shaft, licking at the pulsing head.
I need to feel it.
She can feel the damp between her legs, panties soaked at the crotch, thighs slick and wet. Friction of the thighs causing silent torment. Working her tongue wet trying to taste the swollen skin.
I need it.
His grip on her hair releases and tightens with his breathing. She hooks her fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his damp boxers and pulls down to free him. Spring into animation; long and raging. Swelling in the exposed air, she touches the silky head, fingers tracing the throbbing veins down to base, down to a patch of soft dark hair. She puts her damp lips to the head and parts them with a moan.
Nothing but this.
She can feel his pulse against her lips like she can feel her own heart racing. The tip of her tongue touches him, plays against the head, she can taste the salt. A groan escapes his lips. She slides her tongue down the head as she lets it sink in, enter her mouth, wet pillow lips tight around him. Her tongue glides down to the base, her mouth envelopes his cock with heavy hot breath. The head hits the back of her throat. She struggles enjoyably against her gag reflex, her eyes water blissfully.
Nothing exists but the taste of skin, the salty slick of precum and the pressure of the head against her throat. She can feel everything melt away, nothing but the burn between her legs, the blinding need. Milking him, coaxing, begging for the cum to pour. Hips rocking helplessly against air.
Her lips work against the shaft with animal abandon, slick and wet, sliding back up to the head, the tongue swirls, relishing the silky texture of his skin, she can feel him pulsing. She can taste the sticky substance seeping out of the time. Licking hungrily for more.
He pushes her head backdown, the tip slides back into her throat and it spasms around his cock, tight against his thrust. The tears break over her lashes and fall down her cheeks. He withdraws, only the tip in her mouth and she gasps.
Again
He challenges her reflexes, sliding deeper into her throat.
Give in
The spasms struggle, the stomach lurches, but only moans escape and her desire swells. Her throat gives.
Relax
Feeling so full and euphoric. Taken. He rocks himself deep into her throat. New found orifice just for You. Feeling so used. The moans come more desperately, reverberating against his thrusting piston. And he looks down lovingly into her teary eyes, with a disconcerting smirk and she can feel a twinge. She’s close. Eyes glazed, looking up at his silhouette. Head tilted back, strong hands cradling her head, safe and secure. Saliva slipping past her lips, dripping down her chin against a now glistening bare breast.
Use me.
The thrusts come more powerful and she struggles, sobbing joyfully, she can feel the twitch and throb, his member expanding, bursting against her throat and it spills hot against her tongue, hot against her throat, sweet against her lips and spills and spurts, down her chin as she cries out in ecstacy, hot against her skin, wet and beautiful, anointed by his cum. Spent and floating, she slips to the floor, stained and soiled and utterly satisfied.