3 Chapter 3: Pleasure [R-18+]
Christine flashes a grin and bursts out laughing once more. That grin is really radiant. The kind of smile that makes him twist in his seat as she grabs hold of his cock and yelps in delight as she grips it tightly while staring at it in adoring bliss at it. This causes him to smile back at her.
She murmurs, "If they knew how big your cock was, I bet you'd be able to get away with it as much as you wanted," as she leaves some kisses onto his head before opening her mouth wide enough to fit the sheer thickness of his cock head past her lips.
She doesn't think twice about taking him down deep, and she is shockingly brazen and self-assured in her approach as she falls forward, her eyes peering up at him from beneath the table with a happy expression on her face.
His eyes don't want to tear themselves away from the stunning blonde who is blowing him right there in the pub, but he is aware that his companions are still there somewhere in the building.
'They are, don't they?' He thought and cast another glance in their direction, but they were still nowhere to be found; it seems as though they all got up and went without him for no apparent reason.
It is the strangest thing, but he doesn't have much time to think about it before Christine pulls back and lets her tongue slither out of her mouth, running down his cock and then running along his ball sac, causing him to groan and shudder and forget about goddamn everything except for the beautiful woman who is hiding under the table and wants his attention so desperately.
Why isn't he paying all of that attention to her like he normally does? As his fingers tighten their grip on the back of her head, his eyes snap back around to look at her. He is staring into her eyes, which are of varying colours.
She moaned, "I love your cock," as she lavishly licked and kissed it, allowing her fingers to play along it in between short bursts of quick strokes. "I love your cock," she said again while doing her work.
"It's so extensive and substantial... In addition, it is quite difficult right now. Nngh, I can already see that this is going to be a lot of fun for the women of the world." Even if it is a peculiar observation, he chooses to concentrate on the positive aspects of their relationship because she appears to be such a strange girl up to this point.
Her affectionate treatment of his cock is a dream come true, as she slurps it back into her mouth and shoves her way down again after first giving it a beautiful coating of saliva before leaving it with that coating.
As the slick heat of her mouth embraces his cock in such a loving way, Lucas can't help but let out a bit of a shamelessly bold moan. He can't help it.
Even if he is aware that there are other people all around him, that does not prevent him from taking pleasure in what is in front of him.
And if he believed he could get away with it, there is no doubt in his mind that he would absolutely slam Christine down onto the table and fuck her raw right there in the middle of the room.
She gags as his swollen cock head claims the back of her throat, but even as she does so, she does not waver in her smiling face, as if she wants this badly enough that she will resist it happily. His fingers tighten their grip on the back of her hair, and he can't help himself as he pushes her down a little bit further.
Which is just the kind of cocksucker he wants; someone who is eager to please his cock despite the fact that she is straining to handle it all, but who is still battling with it.
Christine doesn't appear to be bucking that pattern, which is basically a praise to his cock every time some lady ends up a noisy, choking wreck trying to throat it, and she doesn't appear to be the exception either.
Her head is shaking in both directions. She can move quickly without needing his guidance, and she is rocking along his cock of her own accord. It seems as though that is just how she does things, and it is a feeling that is absolutely incredible.
She moves her head so quickly along his cock, each time getting it down as far as she's been told to and just a little bit further still each time for good measure. Lucas's cock has gone too long without the kind of girl who just needs a firm demand of, 'Deeper,' to do all the work herself.
Christine is unquestionably one of a kind in this area, and it is reasonable to assume that she is not a local resident; after all, if she were to come here more frequently, he would have been able to teach her to shut her mouth by now.
He listens to Christine's gagging, but there was more to it than that; he can hear moans underneath it all, rumbling excitedly in her chest as she continues to service his cock with an eager and adoring lack of any sense of shame.
There's nothing better to feel than this crude and aggressive display of passion, which she's putting on for his dick. She's going all out on his dick.
He was under the impression that all Christine wanted was to get him off, and from his point of view, that was exactly what a female who had her mouth around his cock would need to desire.
If she is going to go to the trouble of being down there, she should focus all of her energies on making him happy rather than trying to placate him by giving up some symbolic head.
If he had his way, every woman would be following Christine's example because she is the only one who understands what's going on.
With his cock throbbing within the tightest reaches of her throat, as well as everything about her sloppy treatment, including her increasingly loud gagging, and all the merciless, shameless need to press onward and give her all to his service, he finds himself overwhelmed by absolutely too much of everything all at once.
He is feeling bolder and more excited as he forgets about his friends and the focus shifts entirely to the strange girl and her perfect mouth, giving his cock the very ideal of a blowjob.
The pleasure is dizzying, and the insane sensation of depraved relief is more than he knows what to do with, but it feels so fucking good that he doesn't care about where he is.
The only thing that matters is where this goes, and at this point, there is very little ambiguity about how that will be accomplished.
The hands of Lucas immediately grasp hold of the back of Christine's head, and his cock twitches within the warm embrace of Christine's throat as he continues to hold her there tightly.
She seems to be giving him much of the same adoration as she looks up at him, so happy to see him there, knowing what he's about to do and being very accepting of that fact, as his cock erupts down her throat.
He offers up no warning to it all as he stares down at her with a smile.He jerks his head back and lets out a groan as he forces a large, pent-up load of cum down her gullet.
Each throb of his cock shoots another wave of spunk into her stomach, and he does this while simultaneously throwing his head back.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure of taking control of Christine's mouth and shoving his meal down her throat. Christine was his prey.
It is an amazing sensation, and the searing release that floods over him feels just as good as anything else he could have ever wished for.
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