Abigail
The moment Finnegan's thick cock bobbed in front of my face, I leaned forward and latched onto him, sucking the swollen head into my mouth with a hungry moan.
He tasted delicious as always, the flavor of his cock bursting on my tongue and making my pussy clench with fresh need.
I swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip, licking up the fresh bead of precum that leaked out, savoring it like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted.
"Fuck, Abigail," Finnegan groaned. His hand came down to tangle in my hair, holding on to me like I was a life raft.
I swallowed his cock deeper, relaxing my throat and sliding down until my nose brushed his balls. His cock was so thick it stretched my lips.
I loved that sensation, but I loved even more the way his eyes would flutter like he was about to pass out from pleasure.
