How Many Cock Did Susan Take in Her Hungry Mouth?

Susan’s eyes glaze over as she takes another inch of cock into her mouth. Her lips stretch tight, tongue working overtime to please her man. She’s been at this all night, her throat raw from the relentless pounding. But she loves it—being used, being filled. Her body aches with need, her pussy dripping wet, ready for more. She can feel the man’s hands gripping her hair, controlling her movements. He’s in charge, and she’s just his willing plaything. Her tits bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. But he’s focused on her mouth, on the way her lips slide up and down his shaft. She can taste the salt of his precum, feel the heat of his body against her face. It’s intense, overwhelming, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

When Susan’s Throat Was Put to the Test

The room is filled with the sounds of their fucking—moans, grunts, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. Susan’s knees dig into the carpet, her body angled perfectly for deep-throating. She can feel the man’s cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. But she pushes through, determined to take it all. Her hands grip his thighs, nails digging in as she bobs her head, taking him deeper with each pass. She can feel his muscles tensing, know he’s close. And she wants it—wants to feel his hot cum shooting down her throat. She doubles her efforts, sucking harder, moving faster. Her own pleasure is secondary, her focus solely on pleasing him. She’s his cocksucker, his whore, and she takes pride in it. Her body trembles with exertion, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. Not until he’s finished, not until he’s emptied every last drop into her waiting mouth.