The cleft was bubbling with preliminary spunk.
He used his prick like a paintbrush, whitewashing her face with jism, leaving a slippery trace of spunk down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth.
She saw the shadow they cast on the floor, her face and his prick linked in the erotic play of light and shade. She pushed her tongue out, seeing the shadow of that tongue move towards his cockhead.
Andy moaned with urgency.
Then Anna could delay no longer. As hot as the janitor was to get his dick sucked, she was every bit as hot to suck it. She wanted to drink his cum. Unlike Jayne, Anna never worried about giving a blow job without having a fuck directly afterwards, for she knew that there would always be a cock available to her. If she sucked one man off and he was unable to get a subsequent hard-on, it didn't matter to the lewd libber – for there was always another cock around the corner. At the office party, she could have her choice from a selection of some hundred peckers – and fully intended to have at least a dozen, breaking the record she had set the year before.
Usually, when she began to give head, Anna used her tongue at first, preparing the pecker, licking up and down and around the knob and lapping the man's balls a bit, before she took it in her mouth and commencing the sucking proper.
A preliminary tonguing always inspired the gentleman and, furthermore, worked her appetite up to a frenzied pitch. It got her taste buds tingling and her mouth watering so that by the time she got a mouthful of hot cockmeat she was truly ravenous for the feast.
But she was afraid to fool around with these preliminaries at the moment, for Andy's prick was already starting to flow with jism and it was throbbing and bucking alarmingly. She was afraid that he might shoot while she was licking his stalk and it would be heartbreaking to have his precious cum spurt over her shoulder and fall, wasted, to the closet floor. Of course, randy girl that she was, she could always lick it up from the floor, but she knew from long experience that cum never tasted as good secondhand as it did when she milked it hat and bubbling right out of the joystick.
So Anna did not delay.
She fitted her lips to the damp tip of his cock and slowly let them part around it, pushing her head down and taking his knob into her mouth.
Andy let out a long moan of pure pleasure as he felt her warm mouth envelop his desperate dick. He threw his head and shoulders back so that he could gaze down the arch of his torso and see what she was doing, thereby adding a visual thrill to the physical sensation. His eyes were glazed with lust. They narrowed as he looked down.
Anna had taken just the head of his prick into her mouth at first. She was sucking merrily away on that big, tasty slab of cockmeat. Her lips parted as they pulled on the purple wad and her nimble tongue was darting and fucking all over the succulent mouthful, dipping into the parted cleft, running around against the sensitive underside, curling behind the ledge. Her eyelids fluttered up and down. Her expression was distant as she gave her total concentration to the sucking which so greatly thrilled the oversexed nymph. Since she had only his cockhead in her face at the moment, he could see the long, thick shaft stretching out from his groin to her mouth.
"Ahhh… suck, baby," he groaned.
He placed his hand alongside her cheek, stroking gently, moving his fingertips down to the corner of her mouth so that he could feel her lips as they slurped on his prick.
Anna bobbed her head down.
Her compressed lips slid halfway down his stalk, drew back up, slowly, sucking through every precious inch, then ducked down again. She was taking a bit more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke, working slowly and steadily down toward his root. Her lips were turning almost inside out on the backstroke, so vigorously was she sucking, and her tongue had curled into a little pink carpet over which his fat dong could ride luxuriously as it pushed into her mouth.
Andy began to move his hips.
He was fucking into her mouth, meeting the rhythm that her bobbing head had created. As her face pushed down, he plowed in. As she sucked back up, he withdrew.
His cockhead lodged at the entrance to her throat.
Anna gasped.
Andy thought that was as far as he was going to be able to penetrate – that she could take no more dick. Several inches of fat shaft still remained outside her mouth.
But then the talented cocksucker opened her gullet like a sword swallower. When she came down on him again, she took his peckerhead right down her throat. Her lips pushed all the way down to the hilt of his prick. Her chin rubbed against his bloated balls and her cute little nose nestled in his pubic thicket.
Andy moaned, almost fainting at the tremendous sensation of having every bit of his thundering prick encased in her hot mouth and throat.
She began to move up and down faster now, taking every bit of his cock into her head with each downstroke, then drawing back until only the tip was clamped in her eager lips.
Her tongue crisscrossed back and forth, laying the surface of his knob and stalk. She was sucking so eagerly that she seemed to be inhaling his prick right down into her lungs. She wanted his cum every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her. She was parched for jism, ravenous for the creamy culmination of this cocksucking.
She whimpered.
In fact, she was saying, "Come… come… come in my mouth… give me your jism." But the words were indistinct as she mouthed them around his cockhead, coming out only as a whimper. Her meaning was perfectly clear, nevertheless – it was obvious that she war begging for his cum.
Andy began to fuck into her face at a faster tempo, his hips jolting in, his huge prong rocking and buffeting her sweet face as it surged down her throat.
He had both hands on the sides of her face now, holding her to him as he screwed in and out.
Anna ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently, as if she wished to pump the spunk out of his balls by the pressure. Her other hand moved around his flank. She began to run her fingers up the crack of his ass, then to slowly work her fingertip up inside his asshole.
Fairly starved for jism, she sucked furiously.
"Gonna… blow…" he groaned.
Anna already knew that. His balls were ballooning in her hand as they prepared to burst.
"Ummm… ummm…" she urged.
Her cheeks pulled on him, her lips slurped, her hot tongue darted crazily over his knob and shaft.
Andy gave a strangled gasp.
He poured his cum into her throat.
His first spurt came out so heavy that her head was jarred on the explosive shot. She gasped and gulped as her mouth filled up with spunk. But she gulped it down as fast as she could, drinking every drop in order to make room for more. He blew a second geyser into her throat, then a third, skimming over the roof of her mouth and looping along her arched tongue as it sped back into her gullet.
His load was so vast that even such an avid cum drinker as Anna could not manage to swallow it all. Heavy cream bubbled from her tightly clamped lips and a line of white jism ran down her chin.
She milked him dry.
She continued to suck until she was positive that she had slurped out every succulent drop from his cock and balls, while Andy, feeling hollow, slumped back against the closet wall in exhaustion. His chest heaved as he panted. Anna continued to milk away until his prick started to soften. Then she slowly drew her lips away and tilted her head back, smiling up at him with cum-smeared lips.
Her tongue slipped along her mouth, gathering up the errant drops of spunk.
Ducking in, she lapped up a heavy dollop that had escaped her lips and run down onto his hairy balls.
His cock started to sag, going up and down as it softened through the fat length, the head starting to droop like a weight on the end of a plumb line.