But I Love Cock, Sir!

Ally knows what she should do. She knows what a good girl would choose. But cock still wins every time. She takes it in her mouth first, slow and wet, then deeper, until her throat gives and her eyes water. She pulls back just long enough to catch her breath, spit on the tip, and go right back down. She wants it hard and she knows exactly how to get it. When he bends her over, her voice cracks—half protest, half plea. It doesn’t matter. She pushes back into every thrust, taking it deeper than she should. The rhythm shifts, angles change, and she’s still asking for more. He pulls out and she drops to her knees again, mouth open, tongue out. He finishes across her face, thick ropes landing on her lips, her cheek, her lashes. She stays there, breathing hard, cock-drunk and smiling like the good girl she tried not to be.