Re: The Bar
Piper was sure to suck and lick up the beads of precum as soon as they formed on his slitted cockhead, moaning at the taste and the warmth. It was praise from his body instead of his mind. His grip on her hair was enough warning for her to relax her throat and open her mouth for him to thrust into. It didn't slide as easily as usual but her practice had been limited lately so she gagged a bit, her throat squeezing and flexing around his dick. The whirlwind was making her unsteady on her feet, especially in her shoes and she tried to right herself as best she could when he pulled her up to face him. "You didn't want to paint my face with your cum?"