Except for her low whispery voice it seemed as if Rona had disappeared. Ann was conscious only of the taste and feel of the c**k that slid in and out of her mouth and of the musky scent of the powerful black man she was servicing. Even though her lips were tightly sealed around his c**k, some of her saliva ran down his shaft and onto his swollen balls.
She felt him go tense. Beside her she could hear the excitement in Rona’s voice, “Hold the base of his c**k. Suck it, draw your cheeks in. Move your head faster, faster, choke, slobber, work it, work it! You want his cum.” Her words became a rhythmic chant, “You want his c*m. Say it to yourself, ‘I want his c*m, I want his c*m, I want his c*m!’”.
Rona’s words had entered Ann’s head before Rona said them. Not looking up at the black man now
