Do You Think I'm Fat?

Susan moaned around my cock, and her tongue danced back and forth across the underside as I stroked it in and out. Every time I started to pull back, she'd tighten her lips around the shaft, sucking as hard as she could.

I just meant to cum in her mouth, but the way she was working my cock over, I couldn't bring myself to stop. I fucked her mouth for another fifteen minutes, until I just couldn't take it anymore. I let myself fall to one side, and my cock came out of her mouth with a loud pop.

We laid there for a few minutes catching our breath. Susan rolled over toward me, and her head landed on my stomach. I could feel her breath on my cock, and just the feeling of her warm breath on me made me start to get hard again.

"So, what do I have to do to get you to do this again sometime?" She asked, squirming around until her head was on my chest and her body was pressed up against mine.

"Just keep asking me if I think you're fat, bitch." I muttered, smacking her on the ass.

She only asks me that question three or four times a week now, then runs laughing for the bedroom...

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