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She knelt down like a good girl. “Hands too,” I added.

Her back arched and her bottom rose into a luscious curve. “Like this?”
she inquired.

“Mmmhmm.”  

As she opened wide, I put my hand behind her
head and began fucking her mouth.

Whispering
“look at me,” I watched her doe-eyes obediently open and roll up.

It was time for a short break, but first I was going to give her a preview
of what was coming…

…she gagged slightly, a flash of panic in her eyes.

Allowing her to breath through her mouth for a moment, she let out a soft
feminine murmur. Just as she was about to speak, I wrapped both hands around
her head and forced my cock deep in her throat.

Feeling her struggle, her nose nearly touched my abdomen.

Another break.

She was getting turned on. I could see it in her gorgeous eyes. Through a
mouthful of drool mixed with my pre-cum, she cooed “more, give me more… fuck
my slutty mouth.”

Her eyes were softening, her demeanor relaxing.

Cock-lust.

The moment I saw that that smile, I knew her training had gotten off to a
good start. She was going to insist on more. A lot more.