Margie gave the best head that Raymond had ever had, and he figured it would be impossible for anyone to do it better. She had a varied technique, changing her style from time to time. Sometimes she would jerk him off into her mouth, sucking on the head while her hand glided up and down the stalk. Other times she would not use her hands at all, but bob her head up and down the full length of his stalk, taking his knob right into her throat. And at still other times, she would use only her tongue, licking at his cockhead until it creamed and then lapping that cream up. Raymond never knew which style she would use at any given time, nor did he care – for he had never decided which gave him the greatest thrill.

Today, she used her mouth alone.

She didn't touch his cock with her hands.

She cupped his balls in one hand and slid the other around to finger his asshole, while her mouth began to pull up and down on his cock, descending lower with each stroke until she was taking all of that long shaft into her head.

She worked slowly and rhythmically, eager for his orgasm but not wanting to rush it because she enjoyed the lingering process.

Her lips were tightly compressed in a collar around his rod, pushing down until they reached his bloated balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair, then dragging up until only his cockhead was in her mouth. Her tongue fluttered back and forth against the underside of his knob and stalk. Her lips sucked and her cheeks hollowed in as she dragged up his cock with attentive adoration.

Raymond's hips thrust, corkscrewing into her face, fucking her in the mouth. He placed his hands behind her head, holding her steady on his cock but not attempting to guide her movements – letting the cock-hungry girl set the pace.

Her head went up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, and her tongue curled around like a serpent as it slipped all around his knob and stalk.