The White Housewives' Slút Club (5)
After a few seconds of working Henry's c**k like I’d seen in the dirtiest pórnos, I felt Steven’s thick c**k slap against my cheek with a wet smack.
I pulled back, gasping for air. My lips were slick with spit, strings of it hanging from my mouth as I looked up and saw his c**k right in front of my face. It was hard, and glistening with my saliva.
My throat burned, my lips tingled, and my body was already humming with heat.
I didn’t even think. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him again, sucking him back into my mouth like I was starving for it.
My head bobbed slowly at first, savoring every ridge, every swollen vein that throbbed against my tongue. He tasted like salt and skin, and I wanted all of it. I moaned softly, my throat vibrating
