She blew her heated breath on the knob.

Bill moaned.

Rebecca reached into his fly and hauled his balls out, wanting his whole meat rack bared before her. She had never before encountered such a tasty-looking cock. Her mouth was drooling for it. Her tongue was tingling like a clitoris and her lips trembled like cunt lips. She felt as if her mouth had magically turned into a cunt. Still she delayed, thrilled by the prospect, prolonging the pleasure. Her green eyes almost crossed as they turned in, gazing hungrily at the swollen head of his cock, and her whole body began to vibrate with desire.

"Suck it," he croaked.

His hand, on her cheek, urged her down.

"Ummm," she sighed.

She cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, feeling the huge load of cream that was stored up inside that swollen sac of hairy flesh.

She folded the other hand around the root of his shaft, holding it in her fist like a club. But she did not move her hand up and down. She didn't want to jerk him off, she didn't want to do the job with her hand, she wanted to do it all with her hot mouth. She merely held him, stalk and balls, steady for her tongue and lips. Bill squirmed. He was panting now, his broad chest rising and falling. His prick seemed to be panting, too. The huge, purple knob flared in and out like a lung pumping air into his loins.

Rebecca bobbed her head down.

Her tongue pushed out and lapped lightly at the tip of his swollen cockhead, licking up the sticky, coating of cum that had already moistened the hot meat.