“You need to hurry,” she whispered, licking him. “Before my soup gets cold.”
It wasn’t going to take long. She jerked at his c**k, sucking hard again, putting the steady rhythm into her fist that would bring him off quickest. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to make things quick for Henry. She’d been doing it for years.
Henry’s c**k was slimmer than Fletcher’s, and a bit shorter, though not much. She’d always thought of it as a nice, easy to take sort of prick, unlike its owner, who was neither. It turned out to be easier to swallow, too. She’d never done that to him, but she did under that table.
He started violently when his c**k bumped the back of her throat. Sarah eased off, bumped again, and didn’t gag at all the second time. Heartened, she laved saliva on him and dipped
