I suckled on him with all my might. I nursed on him with passion. I just had to make him c*m. I wanted all his salty jizz spurting into my mouth. I loved Dean Love's c**k. I stared up at him as he squirmed in the chair, his cheeks bright red.
He squirmed, trying to resist. But fighting a cheerleader sucking your d**k was like fighting the tide. Every man would lose. He balled his hand into a fist as my tongue slid along the crown of his fat c**k and brushed over his slit.
"You little strumpet!" he roared and erupted.
His hot, salty c*m spurted into my mouth. I moaned at that wonderful jizz spurting over and over and coating my tongue. The spunk splashed against the back of my throat. I closed my eyes, reveling in this delight. It was just so delicious having all his c*m spurting into my
