Now…
Eventually, without using my hands, I slipped his uncut cockhead into the warmth of my mouth, swallowed six inches of the mass, worked his protein along the back of my throat, up and down, and drove the d**k into my insides. Rowdy started to moan above me, as if I were hurting him, wanting to feel the pain. I simply became lost beneath him, gagged on him, smelled his musky aroma, took another inch of his c**k into my mouth, attempted to plant the d**k snugly between my lungs, and cuddled it inside me as if I were its permanent harbor or host.
“Suck me,” slipped out of him as a moan.
I was doing the best job I could do with my lips and throat.
He couldn’t take my mouth-job, though. The cop was a trained killer, having offfed men my age, and got off on men my age. He was a badass mo
