FRED HUNT IS A SON OF A BITCH, BASTARD

"I'm... sorry..." I tried to pull his cock out of my mouth so my voice would come out clearer, but he stopped me.

"Keep going... just open your mouth and don't use your teeth." He guided.

While I sucked him more gently, he asked, holding my head and pulling it toward his body, thrusting deeper:

"How many times... have you done this?"

I tried to stop to answer, but he wouldn't let me. He stared at me and suggested:

"Blink the number of times you've ...