I traced every inch of her shaft with my tongue. Her cock could not have been more real. I paid particular attention to the tube running along the bottom, to the veins protruding its length.

I made my way to the tip once again. The place I had been so many times before. I danced my tongue over it several times, curled it around the ridge.

I looked her in the eye and slipped my lips over the end.

"Oh yes...just like that mister, just like that," she hummed. I made a show of sucking that tip back and forth making little noises.

"I am so glad you love my...