"Oh, Oliver, I don't give great blowjobs." She drew her hand back and dropped down to her knees. "You see, the blowjobs that I give"—she tugged down his trunks and smirked when his erection swung before her eyes—"are mind-boggling..."
"Oh, god," he panted when her slippery tongue roamed the underside of his tip.
"You have such a nice c**k, Oliver," she purred, her warm breath glancing off his piss slit. "Really nice..."
"Thank you," he gasped, feeling very self-aware.
"I really mean it. I sucked some messed-up d***s back in my day, but this"—she gave her lips a sultry lick—"is going to be a delight."
Rita's seductive uttering could alone get Oliver to come. The way she looked up into his eyes as she murmured something vulgar, and the sleek, purring tone she used, was going to make her
