Barely has the thought entered you mind to resist than your lips are engulfing the giant head of his prick. You should be horrified, you should be jerking back and screaming, but instead you feel like you're watching from the outside as your wife's pouty lips envelope Larry's monster-sized prick.
'She doesn't like blowjobs,' you think absently, and instruct the body, your body, to go deeper, then pull back a little and deeper again. Larry's hands grab your hair, and as his cock reaches the back of your throat you find you can't back up.
"All the way down, babe."
'All the way....' you think, and he pushes forward, his dickhead against the back of your throat. As you realize he wants you to deep throat him.
'Janine never does that...' you think, and inexplicably you find yourself pushing forward, his thick cock nearly getting stuck as you struggle to fit it in your throat.
"I knew you were a cocksucker. I bet you sucked hundreds of guys before you got married."
The thought makes you moan, and you finger your pussy deeper. God, the thought of Janine habitually on her knees, sucking dick makes you so hot you feel yourself about to come.
"Stop!" Larry orders, kicking your hand away from your crotch. "You're sucking me, not diddling yourself. You're not allowed to cum." |