Banging Becky

“You did real good, Jim. As a reward, I’ll let you fuck me.” He stood,
and she opened his fly and brought his penis out. It was limp,and James
cursed himself for being impotent at the least fortuneate moment. “Aww,
poor baby, I’ve made you nervous, haven’t I? We’ll have to do something
about that.” The next second, James thanked God for his limp dick. The
feeling as she knelt before him and took his soft cock into her her warm
mouth was unlike any other feeling he had ever sensed. She slowly retracted
his foreskin and started flitting his cockhead with her pointy tongue. The
fact that she still had the gun pointed at him didn’t stop his prick from
growing in her mouth. James had never been able to persuade his girlfriend
to give him head, and here he was, getting blowed by a total stranger. She
started to suck on his swelling cock, her loving caress making him moan
deeply. Very slowly, he put his hands behind her neck and held her head. She
didn’t object as he slowly started to move head up and down his cock, making
his now rigid prick slide in and out her hot, wet mouth. She actually let
him do it! His prick glistened with her saliva as it slid almost all the way
out, then it buried itself in her throat again. His cock was long and hard,
but still, she did not gag. She had definitely done this before. Her head
was bobbing softly up and down his prick as he held her head gently in his
hands. Her hair felt incredibly soft between his fingers, and her eyes were
closed. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, making small,
whimpering sounds as she sucked him off. Her soft lips closed tight around
his pounding cock, and her tongue was licking his dickhead like crazy. He
started fucking her mouth, grinding his hips quicker and quicker towards her
face. He came suddenly in uncontrolled spurts. He yelled as huge globs of
sperm pulsed out his urethra and down her throat. She swallowed quickly as
more of his semen filled her mouth. He plunged his prick deep into her mouth
a few more times, enjoying the last twitches of orgasm, before she let go of
his cock and stood. She held him close, pointing the gun at his back and
giving him a french kiss. His sperm didn’t taste as bad as he would have
thought it would. She stopped and smiled at him. “Was it good?” Jim could
only nod.