The moment my cock sprang free, she didn't hesitate. She wasn't just servicing me; she was claiming her reward. Dickslayer immediately leaned forward, her mouth already open, her eyes locked on my length with predatory hunger.
She captured the tip, drawing me in with a warm, wet suction that instantly banished the lingering softness of the previous climax. Her technique was flawless—expert, deliberate, and fully focused on maximizing my pleasure. She worked her jaw, driving her head down to take as much of my length as she could, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she drew me deeper.
"I'm going to tear that mouth of yours with my cock" I grated out, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm but not forcing it. "Every stroke will make you choke."
