In the shower room

In his thirty years of living Bart had had his pecker eaten by some of the best cocksuckers on the planet, but no one, and he meant no one, had ever driven him so close to an eruption in just the few seconds she had him in her mouth, and if to prove that she was an equal to Vicki, Gail, or anyone else, Rachel Benson, with a series of quick maneuvers with her tongue and lips, brought Bart to a excruciating orgasm in her hot warm mouth. “Good grief, woman,” he gasped, “are you trying to kill me or what!?!” “It must be or what,” she replied proudly, “because I’m definitely not trying to kill you.” “Y-you could have fooled me,” he said shakily while leaning heavily against his locker, “where did you learn how to do that, you are truly a wonder!?!” “Thank you, kind sir,” she said sweetly, “but I guess I was just born with it, my late husband called me a natural.” “Well, he certainly had a good eye for talent,” Bart replied weakly while regaining some of his lost strength, but now it’s my turn to do you, so if you’ll take off that skirt, I can get started.”