inoue orihime

Though even if it was a stupid realisation to have after what she was doing, the sight of his thick and mostly flaccid penis pointing right at her face wiped away all her previous thoughts and desires. It was only a few inches away from her face and it was beginning to grow. She knew she shouldn’t stare and that she should run back to her bed, but she was mesmerised. With only her hand rubbing the hair above and her slow and hot breath blowing on it, it steadily stretched forward and up right towards her face.

“I didn't always look like this,” she continued, caressing her hand slowly down my thigh, making me shudder, and then gasp as she reached between my legs, taking my too-hard dick in her hand and gently starting to stroke. “Would it help if I gave you some context? I want you to remember me, Brian, that's the whole point! Would it help if I told you how many times I sucked this dick?” She suddenly squeezed my shaft in her hand, making me gasp. “How many times I swallowed your cum? At least twice a week for an entire year, Brian! Would you remember me then?”

“Good. Then you’ll have lots of cum for me tonight.” With that, she began sucking my cock hard, dragging her fingernails across my taint and balls, stretching the skin. As her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making her motion stop. I pushed my cock into her mouth, she couldn’t dodge me. When the head hit the back of her throat, I held her tight and pushed harder, trying to get my dick down her throat. Suddenly she coughed and gagged and I let her off my cock. When she stopped coughing, she said