But if his warning was heard, it was not heeded. As his c****x took him in its grip, days of pent-up desire spilling into Helen’s mouth, she didn’t remove her head or turn to the side, spitting in revulsion. Rather, she kept her lips firmly attached to the top of his prick, her cheeks hollowing as she urged him to give her every last drop of his c*m.
When the last shuddering twitch had been wrung out of him, she let his c**k drop out of her mouth. It hit his belly with a meaty slap, glistening redly in the low light.
“That was…” his voice trailed off as Helen rose from the bed. A drop of semen clung to one corner of her mouth, but her eyes glittered feverishly. Walking to the bureau set against one wall, she jerked a drawer open. Wide-mouthed, he watched as she lifted up a clump of t-shi
