I had plenty of blow jobs before but never like this, this bitch knew what she was doing. Her hands were on my arse pulling me in, she used her lips a...one, pursed like a tight pussy, to hold me in her mouth while her tongue swirled around my head like a whirlwind. It was obvious Debbies mouth was no stranger to cock.I was trying not to make a sound with my cock in her mouth and her tits pressed against my thighs. I took a good hand full of her hair and started to fuck her mouth whit renewed. Yes, he would be on the first flight in when he found out she was missing, as most any dad would! I’d been preparing for a forced march across the interior, foraging as we went, and waiting for our reinforcements to catch up with more firepower. It was imperative now we stay out of enemy hands, while being close to our backup who might be able to somehow contact her father. I explained our change in plans to Sherry.“Thank you, Gunnie!” She said, “You’ve saved my life this far, and I feel so. ” Before she could say anything more, he grabbed the back of her head and slammed his enormous cock down his young, daughter's throat. He held her head there as she gagged and gasped for air. She felt the thick, mucky liquid from her stomach racing toward her throat. She retched as he pulled his cock back out her tiny throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving a thick strand of saliva dangling from her thin, little lips. She pursed her lips tight as his huge piece of meat. “Are we doing this or what?” she asked. “Sure come in, I have a coat rack on the wall.” After stepping through the door, she took off her FBI jacket and hung it up. Once it was on the rack, Mike made his move. Grabbing Ashley around her waist then picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Ashley excitedly said. “Me too, cupcake.” “That’s your nickname for me?” “Oh yes, my FBI friend. You’re a delicious little cupcake and you’re all mine for the.