Masked Lady (2)

I hesitantly took his massive length in my hand, biting my lips as I explored the velvety skin. The veins in his girth were hard. It was easy to trace them with my fingers. I bent down and decided to trace them with my tongue. He was huge, just like they were saying when we were around the pool table. I think it was at least as long as my face, if not longer. The distance my head moved to lick from his base to his tip was great. I sucked on his tip, getting my mouth used to his big girth. My tongue danced around the slit of his dick, and I moaned, tasting the beads of moisture leaking out.

“That’s it, baby,” Darren softly thrust his hips up, moving gently inside my mouth. His hands pulled my hair away from my face, gripping it with the band of my mask so it didn’t fall off as my head bobbed up and down. “Does that dick taste good?”

“Mmh, so good,” I moaned, licking the saliva off my lips, then sucking him back in.

“Come here,” he groaned. He grabbed one of my legs and laid back, movin