Addicted To My Blowjobs

Wet and sloppy. Mean. She makes him cum so hard his legs shake. She’s got her boy zipped into a tight sack, cock yanked out for her use only. Tongue flicking, lips locked tight. He’s obsessed and she knows it. "Oh worm boy," she taunts, slow and cruel. Every swirl of her tongue drags another moan out of him. She edges him on purpose. Pulls off when he’s right there, watches him twitch, then dives back in. His body strains against the fabric but he’s trapped. No hands, no escape. Just her mouth and that hungry, deliberate rhythm. He’s done for. She’ll make him finish, then she’ll make him want it again. And again.