Page 6 of Filthy Mouth

“This report has the name blanked out,” she whispered, though her eyes were glued to my dick.“Is that thing legal?”

I smirked and scooped my balls out.

“That thing needs its own postcode,” she said, eyes flicking up.

I removed my jacket and threw it on the other side of the couch. It was gratifying to see her lose her composure. I sat beside her with my legs spread open.

“I hope you’re not backing out because you can’t handle Daddy’s cock?”

Her eyes narrowed and her back straightened.

“Move your hair back and get that filthy mouth on my cock. I want to see you earn your money,” I said, staring at the perfect makeup I was about to annihilate.

My phone was placed beside the money. She gathered her hair, twisting the long strands of brown and red waves into a knot before removing her jacket.

“Take your blouse and bra off.”

My cock twitched when her lips tightened, but she stood up and yanked her deep pink blouse out of her skirt. I gripped the base of my cock, slowly stroking until precum trickled out. Her white lace bra came next.

Fuck me.

Perfect, perky tits.

They tipped upward, as if begging to be sucked.

Her nipples were a pale flesh colour. I hoped they got darker when they hardened.

But then my eyes travelled to her perfect lips.

I pointed to the space between my legs.

She knelt before me, placing her hands on my thighs.

I gripped her chin and leaned forward.

“Open.”

Perfect white teeth. Soft, wet tongue—not wet enough.

I spat in her mouth, holding her chin when she tried to move back, and spat again—some of it landing on her lower lip.

“You should thank Daddy for the lubricant,” I murmured, rubbing my spit into her lower lip.

When her brown-green eyes blazed, I decided to fuck with her.

“Consider it a tip for services rendered.”

I pushed her head down, but the minx stared at me and allowed my spit to dribble out. It ran down my cock, but then she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, lapping up my precum with her tongue before more hot, wet spit flooded her mouth.

I gripped her hair, tilting her head up so I could watch her lips work my cock. Her hands moved from my thighs, and her fingers curled around my shaft.

“Nice and slow. Take a good taste,” I said as her lips worked up and down.

No teeth, great suction and lips wrapped tight. It was like a warm, wet cock hug.

“How does it feel, knowing you’re going to take every inch in that filthy mouth?”

She pushed her mouth further down until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. Up and down she moved until I pushed her head down.