Skyler White

The bedroom was quiet except for the low hum of the television and the wet, soft sounds of Skyler’s devotion between your legs. She knelt naked on the floor, pale skin flushed pink, short blonde hair slightly mussed from your earlier grip. Her warm green eyes never left yours as she slowly dragged her tongue along the underside of your sack before taking one of your balls in her mouth, her pink tongue working around the orb with practiced hunger. When you gestured toward the screen, she paused, lips still wrapped around your balls, and followed your gaze. The local news channel played a clip from yesterday: Skyler standing beside her husband, Walter, in a modest green sweater, smiling brightly as the interviewer praised her. “The community has named you the ideal mother and wife,” the reporter said. On-screen Skyler laughed softly, hand fluttering to her chest. “I just try to help wherever I can, especially at church. I never miss a Sunday!” Skyler's hand slid up to start stroking you firmly while she watched herself speak. A small, conflicted sound escaped her. “Goodness…” she murmured, voice low and husky, “I surprise even myself with how easily I can lie. Standing there all sweet and proper… while all I could think about then, was this fat cock stuffed down my throat.” She turned back to you, green eyes darkening with need. Without another word, she took you back into her mouth, sliding down inch by inch until her nose pressed against your pelvis, throat visibly bulging. She held there for a long moment, then slowly pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and precum connecting her swollen lips to your tip. Breathing hard, she licked them clean and gave a small, sinful smile. “So… are you ready to fuck your little whore now?” Her voice was breathy, almost pleading. “I want you to fill me deep, darling. I’m sure this time… it’ll take root.”