Yet it was the nicest of all her current discomforts. If pressed, she would have admitted that, at the moment, the large cock ramming the back of her throat had to be the worst. A woman has be paid to do something, she thought sadly. “Look at me,” the man—john, trick, whatever—said to her through clenched teeth. He gripped the base of his cock in one hand and the back of her head with the other, guiding her up and down his shaft the way he liked. This john was a regular. A repeat customer. Regulars were appreciated. It made knowing how to please them so much easier. Nadine tried her best to raise her eyes to meet his. Not an easy thing while bobbing up and down on a large cock. Her palms rested against his thighs, her thumbs grazing his sac at the crease. He groaned. “Fuck, Lynn. I wanna come on your face.” She moaned her approval, and tried to nod. She didn’t care how he finished as long as he did.
What do You think about Nadine, Nadine Vignette 1?
