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“Hey, sweetheart…”
The deep, rumbling voice from above slows your motions. The taste of arousal swirls at the tip of your tongue, acid and salt mixing as you swallow and look up. The man above you broadened his shoulders, the rough fabric of his uniform stretching and exposing the mass of muscle underneath. He lets out a low groan.
“Fuck, you look so pretty…”
You pause for a moment. His width triggered your gag reflex. You allowed it to settle before sliding the cop’s cock down your throat again.
He pulses in your mouth as you guide it down. Your hands tease around the bony edges of his hips. You begin to wrap your fingers around the edges of his pockets, pulling him into you. His musk envelopes you as the hairs of his balls tickle your face. You huff through your nose, swallowed the spit that began to grow under your tongue.
You want to grip his ass before you start to move again. You reach your fingers around his hips, grabbing the edges of his uniform jeans before sliding them off his hips. The man bucks into your mouth slightly, eliciting out a deep sigh as the cool air hits his ass.
You pull off of him a bit, settling the weight on your knees to a more comfortable position. It allowed you to look at him in the eyes again. It was like he was drunk, his eyes half-lidded and glassy.
Your hands come to rest at his muscular thighs, guiding them towards his plush ass cheeks. Your mouth softened, falling down towards the base of his cock.
You felt the grip of his fingers envelope into your hair as you begin to massage his muscle, bobbing slowly up and down. He was pulsing in your mouth, little, satisfied sighs falling out every time you went down. Your lips wiggled at the base for a moment, and continued. Your grip on his body tightened, your mouth taking full control of the pace, speeding to a steady rhythm.
He cried out, hips bucking into you.
“Oh, god”
You hummed happily. Men like him deserve to feel good. It took no effort at all to get him whimpering above you.
You risked a smack against his ass, a light hit against his right cheek bouncing against your fingers as the impact landed.
“Fuck,”
He sounded delicious.
You massaged the area where you’d hit, silently telling him know you’d only meant to make him feel good. His hips rocked, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat in a way that made you gag deep.
You pulled up, just enough to breathe through your nose better, then sank back down. You bobbed up and down on his cock, holding his hips for balance. Spit trailed down your neck as you held your mouth tight on him. The grip in your hair loosened for a moment, then twisted.
He was slipping already, huh?
So cute.
You could taste him cumming down your throat before he could give a proper warning, slurring his words out before his knees began to shake.
You held his eye contact for as long as you could manage, burning into his memory the sight of you pulling the skin away from his head as you sucked him dry. He softens in your mouth just barely before falling fall free into the air, allowing him to adjust himself. You sat back, letting your knees get a break. Though, they didn’t really hurt.
“Fuck, I didn’t even get your name,” He was heaving into the air.
You stood back up slowly, dusting your knees off a bit. When you look up towards him, you’re able to really see how flushed his face is, bangs clinging to his forehead with sweat.
You’re straightening his collar for him while he adds, voice low, “My name’s Leon,”
He clears his throat. He’s waiting for your reply.
“You’re adorable, Leon.”