She was barely five feet tall, all tight curves and perky tits that barely filled my hands. The second the door clicked shut behind us, she dropped to her knees without a word. Her small fingers went straight for my belt, yanking it open like she had been waiting all night for this.
Fuck, youre already hard, she muttered, voice low and dirty. She pulled my cock out and wrapped both hands around it, stroking once, twice, before leaning in and dragging her tongue from the base to the tip. No teasing, no buildup. She just opened wide and swallowed the head, sucking hard enough to make my knees twitch.
I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pushed deeper. She took it, gagging once but not pulling back. Her throat worked around me, wet and tight, spit already dripping down her chin onto her shirt. She looked up at me with watery eyes, cheeks hollowed, and kept bobbing. Every time she pulled off she left a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock before diving back down.
Deeper, I told her. She moaned around the shaft and tried, nose pressing into my stomach. Her petite frame looked even smaller like this, kneeling on the floor with her ass resting on her heels. I could see the outline of her nipples through her thin top, hard and begging for attention, but she wasnt stopping to ask for anything. She was focused on sucking dick like it was the only thing that mattered.
She pulled off for air, spit running down her neck, and started jerking me fast with both hands while licking at the head. You like how I suck it? she asked, voice hoarse. You like watching this little mouth take every inch? Then she went right back down, taking me to the balls again, throat convulsing around me.
I fucked her face in short thrusts, holding her head steady. She let me, hands braced on my thighs, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Every wet slurp and choked moan filled the room. When I pulled out she gasped, strings of spit hanging from her lips, then stuck her tongue out and begged, Come on my face. Do it.
I stroked once, twice, and painted her. Thick ropes hit her cheeks, her lips, one across her tongue. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and licked her lips clean, then leaned forward and sucked the last drops from the tip like she couldnt stand to waste any.
She stayed on her knees a minute longer, catching her breath, face messy and flushed. Then she wiped her chin with the back of her hand, stood up, and smiled like nothing had happened. Round two later? she asked, already heading for the door.
I was still trying to catch my own breath when she left.
