Chapter 229 The Perfect Salesman Il

• The feeling of his hand on the back of my head is doing things I never thought possible. He guides my head up and down his shaft, inching more of it into my mouth with each descent. As it inches further and further into my throat, my need for it grows that much more. I want it deeper. I wanna choke on it. I wanna swallow it. And I want him to make me do it. I pop him out of my mouth, saying in a needy tone,
• “Come on, baby. Let me have it. Shove it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my throat. Use it like your personal little fuck toy. I can take it. Let me show you.”
• He wastes no time, giving me exactly what I want, grabbing my head and sliding his dick back inside of my mouth. He manages to push half of it in my throat before bobbing my head up and down his length. He starts off at a steady pace, but gradually speeds up his pace. Eventually, he starts thrusting his hips, matching the pace of my head.