Hottest woman sucks my cock! Blowjob with tongue piercing – TheMagicMuffin

“A dozen fingers jabbed into the stop button of the car’s ignition, leaving the poor devil by the roadside with a busted ride and no place to be. Skin crawled with foreboding as the evening’s cerulean hues surrendered to night’s inky shroud. But eagerness overpowered trepidation as the Jones brothers piled out, woolen coats flapping in the crisp autumn breeze.”

“Eager to see your cock,” I murmured, dropping to my knees. My tongue darted out, easy metallic piercing glinting within the dim hallway mild. “Never had it this bad for anyone before.”

Desperation clawed at my insides as I fumbled together with his belt. The weight of his manhood resting closely in my palm, straining in opposition to boxers. I met his eyes, looking for…consent? Approval? Anything.

A gentle “Mmph” of encouragement was all I wanted. In a heartbeat, his size sprung free, smacking in opposition to my cheek. I inhaled deeply, savoring that intoxicating musk of uncooked arousal. Teased the tip with my piercing, tracing the delicate ridge.

Then it was time to style. I flicked my tongue alongside the underside, tracing the thick vein earlier than dipping into his slit, lapping up the fluid beading there. Salty and intoxicating.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he groaned, gripping my hair. I rumbled in delight, the firmness in his voice igniting one thing primal inside me.

Gaze locked on his, I slowly swallowed him down. Gagging barely as his crown hit the again of my throat, however I breathed via it. Formed a good seal with my lips and pushed ahead, taking him to the hilt. Skin gentle but steel-hard, pulsing in opposition to my tongue.

I hummed round him, the vibrations making him see stars. Set up a gradual rhythm, bobbing my head. Up and down, quicker, slurping noises echoing obscenely.

Two fingers discovered my aching clit and I flushed, embarrassed but thrilled by how moist I used to be. Against my will, I reflexively squeezed my thighs collectively, strain constructing. I whined round his cock, pleading with my eyes.

Spit dripped down my chin and the scent of musk permeated the air, thick and masculine. I used to be misplaced in a haze of lust, each nerve alight with sensation. Consumed by the pulsing warmth in my mouth and the rising ache between my legs.

“Gonna cum,” he grunted, hips stuttering. I responded by taking him deep and swirling my tongue. The first sizzling spurt hit the again of my throat and I swallowed harshly, milking him for each drop.

When he pulled away, breathless, I lacked my lips clear. Smirked up at him via my lashes. “Another satisfied customer.”

He almost collapsed via the doorway of the neon-lit diner, however managed to catch himself with one arm on the bar. The bell above the door jingled merrily, asserting our arrival. “So…I don’t usually do this,” I started sheepishly, smoothing my rumpled skirt. He reduce me off with a wave of a lanky hand. “S’okay, I get it. Quick beer, quick food, quick getaway.”

“To the hay farm!” Jake echoed, ever the prepared conspirator. “Race ya!”

The slam of the automobile door resounded like a beginning pistol. Two pairs of ft thudded on hard-packed earth because the Jones brothers sprinted full-tilt throughout the dew-laden lot.

The heavy wood door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit inside. Slimpled home windows provided little mild and the air smelled of stale beer and cheaper whiskey. Barflies hunched silently over their drinks at ringside. In the again, a pool cue clicked and clacked as two grizzled males performed underneath the buzzing glow of a fly-specked lamp.

All eyes swiveled to appraise the brand new arrivals. We stood uncertainly for a second because the silence stretched, collective breath held as if we would stumbled right into a saloon scene. I cleared my throat delicately.

The barkeep, a grizzled man with a thick gray mustache and a wood leg, lumbered over. “Y’all want sumthin?” His voice was a rumble, his gaze sharp. I swallowed onerous, immediately certain that flying solo had been a grave error.

We ordered rapidly, settling for darkish, frothy lager. The silence felt insufferable, so I spoke. “So. This place is uh…quaint.” Inspiration struck. “Do you know where a girl might find some hay?”

A twinkle of understanding entered his eyes. “Hay farm down the road. May be outta season now though…”

I attempted to seem as if I weren’t hanging on his each phrase. He took pity. “Lemme make a call.” Scarcely a minute later, he nodded. “Hope you gals brought yer sleepin’ bags. Compound’s broken up for winter, but Ruth’ll let you squat in the barn.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, reaching for my pockets.

He waved me off. “Ol’ Popeye’s treat. Y’all get goin’ now, we don’t want no trouble.”

We made a hasty exit, the bell tinkling our departure. The second the door hit the jamb, the Jones brothers whooped and punched the air. “We did it, Brit!” Jake crowed. “We are REAL badasses!”