Three feet of cock- 4

“Don’t you have to measure me?” Nick reminded her. “Perrie?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…”

“It’s alright. Trust me, I’m not complaining.”

She avoided his eyes and picked up the tape measure. She slowly measured him out, her soft, delicate fingers teasing his shaft playfully as she grazed her fingertips along his manhood. She whistled. “Wow, ten inches… Impressive.”

“That’s what they tell me. Should we head back down?” he asked.

She sucked in her cheeks a bit, thinking. “Do we have to…?” She began to stroke his cock slowly. “I wouldn’t want this to go to waste… Can I finish? Please?”

“Of course.” She didn’t need to ask him twice. “You really enjoy this, huh?”

Perrie took his cock back into her mouth and mmmed affirmatively. She had always loved giving blowjobs. The sensation of a man’s cock, filling her mouth, throbbing between her lips, pulsating inside her mouth as he got closer and closer to orgasm, the way it felt when he spurted inside her… She couldn’t help herself. She almost always orgasmed when she sucked Tristan’s cock, quivering on her knees, struggling to keep fellating his manhood as her whole body shook and went weak. And his cum! The taste of it was divine, a succulent dessert, a splendid reward after all her hard work. She gladly drank every last drop of his cum. Even after sex, she sometimes drank from his condom afterwards. She was addicted.