She took her first slow suck.

Her cheeks drew in, hollowing, as her lips pulled.

"Ummm," she sighed ecstatically as she savored that delicious mouthful of hot cock meat. The sound was muffled on his prick. She sucked again. Her tongue was still working, but inside her mouth now, laying and sweeping back and forth against the underside of his dripping cock head. Her lips slurped. She still had only the cock head in her mouth and the thick stalk stood out between them. It was angled upwards into her face and her saliva began to run down the cock shaft toward his balls.

Hammond balanced on his toes, agile and lithe. He placed his hands on either side of her face. He began to slowly push his prick in and out, fucking her mouth now. She relished the mouthful. He went in deeper. His cock head lodged in the entrance to her throat, then slipped right down her gullet. As he drew back, she sucked adoringly every precious inch of his cock, then worked with relish on the knob.

"Ummmm," she sighed as he fed the cock to her. Then she gasped as it stuck in her throat.

Then he drew his cock slowly out.

Miss Childress had gone suck crazy now.

Her lips pulled and her cheeks dragged and her tongue had folded into a moist bridge over which his prick slid as it rippled far back into her throat. He had started to flow heavily now. The tasty juice was filling her mouth, coating her tongue and pooling up in her cheeks and trickling down her throat.

He wasn't coming yet, but the flow was getting heavier and thicker and she knew it would not be long before she was drinking from a meat hose.

A little jet of jism spurted into her cheek. A sold nugget hit the roof of her mouth and hung suspended there. The more she drank, the thirstier she was becoming and, although she was truly savoring the meaty mouthful, Miss Childress began to yearn for his ejaculation.