Ryan let out a huge moan when she began speeding up her stroke. Then after a minute of stroking his cock, she looked up at his eyes and slowly inserte... his cock in her mouth. Mrs. O began bobbing her head and really working his cock. She then released Ryan’s cock and moved down to suck on his balls.“Oh, Mrs. O, keep going that feels amazing,” Ryan said.“Oh, Ryan, I love your cock. But, Joe, how about you join us,” she said so she can have both of our dicks in her face.As I approached her she. ‘Fuck! That feels so good! Keep going, baby!’ he exclaims. I take him deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat until his balls are touching my chin. I can feel him trying to thrust, a sign that he is going to cum soon, and I quickly remove my lips from his dick. He moans in exasperation. ‘Why’d you stop?!’ he shouts. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ I reply teasingly as I spread my legs. He grabs my ankle and roughly pulls me towards his dick, making me even wetter than I was before. He slams his dick. 'Stop!' He demanded. Removing my mouth from his cock, he ordered I look up at him immediately. 'I want more wetness, more suction. Got that?' I nodded my head. 'Answer me.' He demanded. 'Yes, I understand.' Came my feeble reply. My mouth enclosed on his cock, my tongue licking in between sucking so asto leave more moisture. Head swiveling with the motion, my lips closed firmlydown onto his shaft. Cheeks working simultaneously with my mouth, the suctionincreased to the point where he was. It didn’t seem like the seedy, dangerous place gossip seemed to ascribe it. Her pulse quickened as her curiosity drew her to the door. She desperately wanted to see what was inside, but she couldn’t imagine what would happen if her family found out. Finally, she was reminded of the earlier rejection, which made her feel pathetic. She had nothing to lose. She pulled the heavy door open and walked inside. It smelled strongly of cedar with a faint overtone of leather. She was in a hallway, lit.