It was an odd thing to think about, Kady thought. She turned her rapt attention back to the thick, veinous cock pumping between her lips. It was probably like that thing her therapist was talking about: sexual satisfaction. Her tongue waggled sinuously across the purple knob of him and drew out a crystal drop of precum. She'd deal with those voices in her head later. Who were they to call her a bimbo.
She had heard other women, of course, drop that name. Often on sultry blondes, rapacious redheads, bold brunettes. Even browny mice or squirrelhair like Kady sported. She felt his hand pushing down on the back of her neck, not forcing, but feeding her his cock. She'd always been dirty like that. Teasing, pretending, surrendering to his hungers. She loved to suck him; worship her private phallus until his head spun. Mmmmm. She smiled around his shaft. Wickedly.
That kind of sexual compatibility is rare. A counterpart, yielding, succulent, inspiring. Letting him be A Man, you know. Falling forthat kind of guy. Getting right down on your knees and fumbling his pants open and take out that beautiful instrument. And get down to play.
Kady liked it with a little dirt. Some conversations. Some dirty phrases. A little kink now and then. Was it that she liked and enjoyed sex? Was that why they called her bimbo? How fucking rude!
“Tell me that you want some.”
His body shifted heavily against her. “I want some.”
Kady scooted her body closer; the heat of skin on skin. She reached for him.
“Tell me!”
“I want to fuck you. I am going to fuck you.”
“This is where I want it,” she said, raising her face.
“You are one special cocksucker.”
“Oh, I know!”
She nuzzled his pulsing shaft against her face and snaked little licks on the head, tasting the precum oozing from his cockhole.
“Give me every fucking drop...Daddy...Oh, I mean...Oh? You like when I call you Daddy?”
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