He didn’t need to say it again.
I opened wide, stuck out my tongue, and let thick strings of spit drip down onto his c**k—messy, filthy, just the way he liked it. I stroked him slowly, coating every inch in my saliva, watching his jaw clench and his abs tighten with every slick pump.
“Look at you,” he grunted, gripping my chin. “So pretty when you’re disgusting.”
His words made me wetter.
He leaned in and slapped his c**k against my tongue over and over until my lips were swollen, my mouth aching to taste him again. And then he shoved himself back in—deep, deeper, until his c**k hit the back of my throat and I choked around it.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Choke on it. Let me f**k that filthy mouth.”
He didn’t let me breathe. Just held my head steady and used me—slow thrusts at first, t
