CHAPTER 478: CHAPTER 478: WHAT DID I SIGN UP FOR (PART 8) (R-18)

Trixie’s eyes flew wide as Don’s cock breached her lips.

Her throat fluttered instinctively, but she melted just as fast, her lashes lowering in a slow blink as her lips stretched into a messy, obscene smile around him.

Mmmn~

Her tongue curled beneath his shaft, swirling along the pulsing vein as drool dripped from the corners of her stretched mouth.

The taste of him—salty, musky—flooded her senses as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking greedily.

Don groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Fuck, Trixie—feels like you’re trying to swallow me whole—"

Gllrk~!

Trixie didn’t answer—just tilted her eyes up, that filthy smile still stretched around his cock as she suddenly took him, throat fluttering open in one wet, greedy push.

Gllrk~!

Trixie’s throat convulsed around Don’s cock, the bulge of him visibly distorting the slender column of her neck as she swallowed him down.

A wet, obscene ripple traveled down her skin with each inch forced deeper—her body resisting just enough to make every push a filthy, sloppy struggle.

Schlrp~! Ngh~!

Drool spilled freely now, thick strands of it connecting her lips to his base as her nose pressed flush against his pelvis.

Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as her throat flexed—gulp~ gulp~—milking him in desperate, involuntary pulses.

Don pulled back with agonizing slowness, his cock dragging against Trixie’s tongue in a thick, wet slide until just the tip rested between her lips.

Her throat convulsed around empty air, drool dripping from her chin as she whined at the loss—but Don didn’t let her chase him.

Instead, he pushed forward again, just as slow, his shaft gliding over her tongue in a hot, sticky smear of pre-cum.

Trixie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her tail lashing as his pace stayed torturously lazy.

Her tongue twisted around Don’s cock in slow spirals—her lips sealing tighter as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder.

A muffled mmn~

vibrated against his shaft as she relaxed her throat further, the tight ring of muscle yielding with a wet glrk~ as if begging him to push deeper, faster.

Don smirked as he felt her throat constrict around him, the greedy little flutter of her muscles coaxing him deeper.

His fingers tightened in her cotton-candy hair, gripping hard enough to make her whimper—mmfph~—before he shoved his cock down in one brutal thrust.

Glrk~!

Her nose crushed against his pelvis, his cock bulging obscenely in her slender throat as spit sputtered from her stretched lips.

The sound was filthy—wet, choked, sloppy—as drool spilled in thick ropes down her chin, her eyes rolling back in delirious surrender.

Before she could fully react...

SLRRP—!

Don yanked his cock free in one slick, merciless pull—Trixie’s throat convulsing around sudden emptiness with a wet, ragged gasp.

A-ah~!

Drool spattered her chin as she lurched forward, coughing, her hair sticking to her flushed cheeks in sweaty strands.

Her eyes blinked up at him, dazed and glossy, lips parted around panting breaths.

The thick weight of his cock slapped against her cheek, hot and sticky, with a glistening trail of spit and pre-cum smearing her skin.

Don smirked down at her, his cock still glistening with her spit as he tapped the thick length against her cheek—pat pat—leaving sticky streaks smeared across.

"You’re insatiable," he murmured, thumb dragging through the mess on her lips before pushing past them, pressing down on her tongue.

Mmn~

Trixie’s eyes flickered up at him, hazy with pleasure. She sucked lazily at his thumb, lips sealing around it with a wet pop~ before grinning.

"Aww... you have such a way with words~" Trixie replied, eyes half-lidded and her voice one of amusement as she nuzzled against Don’s thumb still pressing into her tongue.

Don pulled his thumb free with a wet pop~, letting her saliva stretch in glistening strands before snapping.

His cock, still lubricated and hard, nudged against her lips—tap tap—leaving sticky smears on her lower lip.

Trixie leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the tip—mwah~—her lips parting in a slow, teasing drag before pulling away.

Her eyes then flickered up at him, mischief clear behind the haze of pleasure as she opened her mouth wide again—tongue lolling, pink and wet—inviting him back in with a breathy ahh~.

Don didn’t hesitate.

His cock slid over her tongue in a thick, slick glide, leaving sticky smears as he pushed deeper—glrk~—until her lips sealed around him, drool already welling at the corners again.

Don’s hips rolled forward with slow, measured thrusts—just deep enough to make Trixie’s throat flutter around him, just slow enough to let her feel every inch drag against her tongue before he pulled back.

Schlrp~!

Each withdrawal left her lips stretched and glossy, drool pooling at the corners before he pushed in again, the wet glrk~ of her throat swallowing him down vibrating through his cock.

Don and Trixie kept this pace for several minutes.

As Don’s cock slid in and out of her mouth in slow, sticky thrusts, her tail rubbed tight circles against her clit, matching the rhythm of his hips.

Each grind sent little jolts of pleasure up her spine.

Drool continued to pool at the corners of her stretched lips in thick strands, clinging to Don’s shaft every time he pulled back—schlrp~—only to smear it deeper with the next push.

Don’s fingers tightened in Trixie’s hair, his control snapping as he felt his climax coil hot and heavy in his gut.

Gllrk~!

No more teasing. No more slow, torturous drags.

He shoved his cock down her throat in one brutal thrust, her nose smashing against his pelvis as spit sprayed from her stretched lips.

Her throat convulsed wildly around him, muscles fluttering in wet, desperate spasms—glrk~ ngh~ glrk~—each choked sound only spurring him deeper.

Trixie’s eyes snapped wide—irises dilating as Don’s cock throbbed deep in her throat. Her back arched violently off the bed, every muscle locking tight as her tail lashed against her soaked slit—slap-slap-slap—the thin appendage flicking in frantic, uneven strokes.

Gllrk~! Nghhh~!

Drool burst from her stretched lips in thick, bubbling rivulets as her throat continued to clench in wild, involuntary spasms. The bulge of Don’s cock strained against her slender neck, distending her skin with every thrust.

Don looked down at her, watching the way her throat bulged obscenely around him, the wet, desperate flutter of her muscles milking his cock in helpless little spasms.

His grip remained tightened in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper—mmfph~—before his voice rolled out with amusement.

"Here’s the snack you’ve been asking for."

And then he shoved—burying himself fully in one brutal thrust.

Glrk~!

Trixie’s eyes rolled back again, her throat straining around the sudden invasion, her lips stretched to the limit as drool burst from the corners in thick, bubbling strands.

Trixie felt it first—a thick, hot throb deep in her throat as Don’s cock twitched against her straining walls.

Glrk~!Her lashes fluttered, eyes hazing over as the first thick spurt of cum hit the back of her throat—warm, sticky, flooding her in syrupy waves.

Her throat convulsed wildly, swallowing in desperate little gulps—glp~ glp~—but Don didn’t let up.

His hips jerked forward, stuffing her to the brim as rope after rope pumped straight down her gullet, each throb forcing another choked mmfph~ from her stretched lips.

Don groaned, low and rough, as Trixie’s body trembled beneath him—her throat still trembling in uneven, wet spasms around his cock.

His fingers twisted tighter in her hair, holding her in place as another thick push of cum surged down her gullet.

Glp~ Her lips, stretched obscenely wide, quivered with each choked swallow, drool and spend mingling in glossy strands that clung to his cock.

Don sighed in satisfaction, his grip loosening in Trixie’s hair as he slowly dragged his cock free from her throat—schlllck~—a thick strand of spit and cum stretching between her lips and his glistening tip before snapping against her chin.

Her chest heaved, breath coming in ragged huff-pant~ bursts as she blinked up at him, eyes hazy, lashes fluttering as his cock rested heavy and wet against her face, pulsing faintly against her skin.

Don smirked down at Trixie’s wrecked expression. "I think that’s enough of a snack for you."

"Heh. Thanks for the meal... daddy~"