Returning The Favour

Billy Boston busted his ass hauling boxes for Penelope Woods, an honest-to-god teenager, all wiry grins and something better waiting once the last door slammed. Door still shut, she sank onto her knees right there in the bare hallway and pulled his cock out like she was unwrapping her favorite toy. When she sealed those wet teen lips around the head she wasn’t sweet or polite. She went straight to hungry—slobbering heavy globs of spit down his shaft so her hand could jerk the same rhythm as her mouth, cheeks hollowing on every pull. Before he could mutter thanks her tongue flicked right at the underside of his tip, then vanished as she swallowed him deeper, opening her throat without a single gag. He stayed standing; she only shifted enough to spit-shine his balls while two fingers rubbed her own shorts like she’d do anything to spread and ride him next, but first she wanted the taste he promised if she finished the last one off in her mouth. Soon her eyes watered and cheeks burned red while Billy anchored a fist in her dark hair, hips starting to snap until she let the ropes of him hit her tongue, down her throat, one string of thick cum dangling on her lower lip as he straightened his belt like a man who’d just got properly thanked.