The metallic glint of my freshly-tightened braces catches the bedroom light as my glossy pink lips stretch to their limit around his veiny, throbbing shaft, my hungry mouth working with sloppy, practiced enthusiasm that makes it clear I'm anything but the shy girl that lives next door.

Every savage thrust rams against my tonsils as I swallow him deeper, my metal brackets scraping his pulsing veins raw, making him howl and grip my hair so hard tears spring to my eyes—exactly how I need it.

My eyes never left his as I kept him buried in the back of my throat, daring him to look away, who I had become. Each thrust made a wet, guttural noise, spit and snot bubbling around my braces, dribbling down my chin and onto the knuckles of the hand that cupped his b*lls, milking him for more. My cheeks hollowed, my lips stretched wide and glossy, I could feel drool trailing in thick, obscene ropes from my mouth to the nest of hair at the base of his c*ck, matting it with every desperate, needy swallow.

The scent of him, sweat and salt and the clean musk of a man who yearns for the connection and a c*m, invaded my sinuses and made my head spin. Every time his tip jammed past my tonsils, my mascara streaked a l*ttle further, tears pooling and threatening to drip off my face, but I refused to let him go. I wanted his c*ck. I wanted his c*m. His fingers tightened in my hair again, yanking my head back so he could see the mess he was making of my face, the hungry for c*m look in my eyes, the tongue lapping and swirling under his head in open worship. The filthy sounds of my mouth sucking and ch*king set a rhythm that echoed through my whole body, my own thighs twitching, my p*ssy clenching around nothing as I got off on his pleasure.

He was close. I could feel it in the way his stomach muscles tensed, in the hitch of his breath, in the involuntary j*rk of his hips as he tried not to be the first to break. Strings of spit webbed my braces to his c*ck, shining in the lamplight. I sucked him harder, desperate, tasting the sharp, metallic tang of pre-c*m, and mashed my tongue flat so he could use me exactly how he wanted. No hesitation. No mercy. Just my mouth, my teeth, my lips, and the riot of lust that made me want to swallow everything he had to give.

When he finally erupts, the first hot spurt slides straight down my throat and keeps coming.

I turn right to you, l*cking my lips, and whisper how you're next. I need your jizz blasting all over my face, coating these shiny braces and drenching me head to toe in your sticky load.

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