Frischeen felt the storm building in his balls and knew it wouldn't be long now. This might have been her first time, but in the girl's anxiety to please she was performing better than many women he had known who were experienced. His thrusting, swollen peckerhead felt as if it were ready to burst. It was so enlarged, he was certain the girl's narrow throat, clogged as it was, would gag. Yet he continued stroking his solid prong deeper and deeper, and her tongue continued licking with maddening spirals, and her lips sucked loud and noisily as she appeared unaware of anything save the long, throbbing length of rigid muscle pumping between her lips.
Tremendous torrents of sensation were building higher and higher in his aching testicles, and he could see perspiration forming heavily all ove
