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of it. Her blond hair bobbing up and down, falling around his cock, as she explored every inch with her tongue until the entire thing glistened and dribbled with her salvia.
    He ran his long fingers into her blond hair and pulled the locks away, so that he could better admire her pretty white face on his coal black cock.
    Then she parted her lips and much to Jack’s utter amazement, ambitiously slid that monster cock down her throat. She made it a third of the way down before stopping and coming back up for air, a considerable length for a novice like her. She didn’t waste a breath before going back down, swallowing him in earnest.
    Dante grunted in appreciation and his grunts seemed to give her confidence, making her whole naked upper body undulate with the movements of her head and mouth. One of her hands slid slowly up and down his shaft as her slobber dribbled down to his balls. Her other hand was between her legs, massaging her clit. She made a muffled whimpering sound and her body shivered in another uncontrollable orgasm.
    When she came up for air again, Dante spoke.
    “Where’d you learn to give head, girl?”
    “From watching movies. My boyfriend likes interracial porn. He’d faint if he saw me like this. I guess he got me thinking about it.”
    “S hhh,” Dante silenced her. “So you’ve never done this before?”
    She shook her head, meekly. “If you don’t like it, then teach me how to please you.”
    “I like it but ya need to take the whole shaft for me to love it.”
    “What?” She gasped, “The whole thing? I couldn’t possibly, it’s so…”
    “Shhh,” he put his finger over her lips and she quieted down but her blue eyes still blinked up at him anxiously.
    “Do you trust me?” He asked.
    After a moment, she bit her lip and nodded.
    “Good,” he said as he took a firmer grip of the ponytail he had made of her blond hair in his ham-sized fist. “Now hold both of your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me, Ashley?”
    Uncertainly, she clasped both her hands behind her back, looked back up at him and nodded. He winked at her in encouragement then pulled her hair so that she let out a little gasp of pain. Her mouth open, he pushed her head down onto his dick, the obscene purple head passing between her dainty lips.
    She made a muffled protest as he continued t o push her down. Her blue eyes looking up at him, fearful yet also adoring.
    When she gagged, h e kept her there. Her whole body instinctively resisted, trying to pull back up for air but his powerful arm held her like a vice, pushing her further down, past the halfway point.
    It didn’t seem possible for her to take more and Jack’s heart spiked in panic as he realized his sweet Ashley was choking. Dark mascara tinged tears rolled down her cheeks. Between the gags she was squealing, or trying her best to make some noise with his cock three quarters of the way down her throat. Her hands still dutifully clasped behind her back.
    Jack dropped to his knees and groped around for his cell phone again, this time he’d really call the police. This man didn’t care about her. Clearly, this maniac was in homicidal pursuit of his own pleasure. But all Jack came up with was a pair of her panties which he clinged to, for some reason, as if the pink, frilly fabric with poke-a-dots could keep them safe.
    With only a second of oxygen in her lungs to spare, he yanked her head off his cock and she coughed and spluttered, a gob of salvia and pre-cum dribbling off her bottom lip and landing on her breasts. Then in the same moment that it would take a dolphin to jump up over the sea and splash back into the water, his dear Ashley dove back down again onto that cock, taking it back to the halfway point enthusiastically.
    Dante faced fucked her in earnest then. Pulling her head by the hair, up and down. It seemed viscous to Jack but her protests turned to moans and her hands, he noted sadly, her elegant hands remained ever so obediently