I want to ride that.
Do you?
Yes. Please.
Suddenly a rooster crowed.
That’s your cock, she whispered. He shivered, realizing she was next to him. Her breath grazing his neck.
She placed her hand on his dick and he jolted.
She chuckled, toying with the head, teasing it with her fingers.
Oh. Fuck.
Oh. Fuck. What?
Oh. Fuck. Yes. Please.
Suddenly her whisper in his ear had all the force of a tidal wave because as it entered, he felt himself rise and fall.
Do you want me to kiss it? Make it feel better?
Yes, please.
Her fingers moved in long, slow strokes.
Up and down.
He felt himself swell. Then harden.
Don’t worry, I know how to work a gearshift.
She did. His dick was so hard he felt like it could drive a nail into concrete.
He groaned.
She lowered herself to the ground, kneeling before him. He watched her mouth inch forward until it was so close her breath cloaked his cock in a warm mist.
She lapped up the liquid dangling from the tip before licking his shaft, her tongue slithering up and down, in long and slow strokes like a debauched snake.
He placed his fingers in her curls and tugged gently at first.
Mmm…
She likes that.
He pulled harder.
She moaned, and then took his cock in her mouth.
He watched those cherry red lips suck him like a lolly.
Damn, he thought as her mouth slid down.
And down.
And.
