Paris Sucks Off Good In The Bathroom – Don Whoe

Caramel Skin, Ebony Passion: Paris’s Bathroom Blowjob Extravaganza

The bathroom door clicked shut with a definite thud, sealing Paris inside the steamy, tiled sanctuary. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum solo as her eyes darted to the bulging outline of Don’s package.

“Well, well, well,” Paris purred, sauntering closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. “Looks like someone’s packing heat.”

Don grinned, his hands finding the waistband of his jeans in a flash. “You know it, baby. All for you.”

As he shimmied out of his pants and boxers, Paris bit her lip, savoring the sight of his thick, chocolate slab springing free. The tip glistened with a pearlescent bead, and her mouth watered in anticipation.

“This is gonna be delicious,” she murmured, dropping to her knees. The cold tile sent a chill through her, a delicious contrast to her overheated skin.

Don’s fingers threaded through her hair, the scent of her conditioner mingling with his musk. She draped her hands on his muscular thighs, locking eyes with him as she leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lap at the weeping slit.

A groan rumbled from Don’s chest, and he bucked his hips, seeking more of her silky touch. Paris obliged, her lips sealing around the swollen head and sucking gently. His salty essence burst on her tongue, a preview for the main course.

She glided down his impressive length, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. Don’s cock twitched in her mouth, growing harder by the second.

Paris rolled her eyes up to meet his gaze, her tongue fluttering along the sensitive underside, tracing every vein and ridge. She hollowed her cheeks and suckled hard, relishing the gratified moan she elicited.

The sound of water running in the shower filled the room, but she ignored it, focused solely on the task at hand. She pumped his slick length with both hands while her wet mouth worked the head like a personal secretary.

Don fisted her hair tighter, his hips rocking in rhythm with her eager mouth. The pressure built in her belly, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be stretched and filled.

She picked up the pace, slurping and slobbering as she blew him with wanton abandon. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connected her lips to his cock like a deviant daisy chain.

“Ffuuuck, baby,” Don hissed. “Just like that. Gonna make me nut if you keep it up.”

Paris pulled back with a lewd pop. “Mmmm, and I’m gonna swallow every last drop.”

With a wicked grin, she dove back in, plunging her mouth over his cock like it was the last dick on earth. She throat fucked herself on him, gagging and drooling, determined to suck out his soul.

Don’s grip on her hair became almost painful as he fucked into her mouth unrestrained. Paris moaned, sending delicious vibrations along his shaft. Her pussy quivered at the thought of his hot seed splashing down her throat.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Don grunted, his thighs trembling.

Paris doubled her efforts, sucking him like aetsk variance machine. She cupped and massaged his balls, coaxing out his sweet release.

With a strangled cry, Don’s cock erupted, painting her tonsils with thick ropes of cum. Paris gulped greedily, swallowing every drop of his African fair, not letting a single pearl escape.

As his orgasm subsided, she licked him clean, savoring the intoxicating taste of his essence. Don slumped against the wall panting, his softening cock slipping from her lips.

“Fuck, Paris. That was ridkwhat you-128138,” he stammered.

She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t mention it, handsome. Ain’t every day you get sucked off by a pro.”

Paris turned on her heel, leaving Don to pick his jaw up off the floor. As she walked out, she caught a glimpse of her reflection – sex hair, smeared lipstick, the satisfied glint in her eyes.

Just another day in the life of a cock conquest pro. Bring it on.