He looked at her for a long moment. "Well, perhaps. If you do it well enough, I may reconsider."

Marcy didn't wait to hear more. She began to assault his cock in earnest. She licked the round, purplish head, teasing the tiny opening in its tip with the point of her tongue. Then she used her fingers to stroke up and around the huge shaft, massaging it as she held it out of the way so she could draw the ripe balls into her mouth and roll them between her lips. He growled impatiently, and her mouth quickly traversed the length of the distended organ to the sensitive glans, threatening it with just the edge of her teeth before drawing the whole monstrous thing down into her throat.

Villiers grunted and settled more comfortably over her face, resting his balls against her chin. Again and again her mouth sucked him in, taking the full length of his prick, then letting it slowly escape before drawing it in deep once more. The hot, greedy sucking of her mouth astonished Marcy, but she wanted desperately to make him yield to that pull. Something in his face told her she must do it all herself this time, and make it good beyond anything he'd ever experienced before.

She clutched at his ass cheeks when she felt the quivering that told her he couldn't hold out much longer. The tight sheath of her throat was spongy and wet, and it constricted strongly as she tried to swallow him down to her stomach every time he sank in. Suddenly a wild cry burst from his lips, and his cock throbbed and fountained like a geyser, filling her mouth and overflowing onto her chin and neck.

A low growl of intense pleasure escaped him as Marcy sucked gush after gush of hot, creamy liquid from his pulsing shaft. It spurted and splashed in her throat, and her stomach was soon filled with it.