A Night With Party Chick | Part 4 (Patreon)

The blowjob was pleasant enough, although you couldn't quell a feeling of worry as she continued to abuse her own throat, holding it as deep as it could go for minutes as a time, the flesh undulating and spasming with... pleasure? Lack of oxygen?

Despite it all, you could feel the pleasure starting to bubble up. She could probably sense it too, as she soon unsheathed your cock from her mouth and attacked your lips with the same fervor. Her rabid lips kept you from expressing the line you were mentally rehearsing about how late it was getting and maybe she should get home, while she began to remove her shorts with clumsy speed, clearly intent on mounting you.

Thinking as quickly as you could through the fog of inebriation, you tried to distract her by matching the intensity of her mouth, and groped for your wallet inside your discarded pants, seeking out the condom you kept inside. Somehow, miraculously, as she mashed your lips together with an iron grip, you managed to slide it on without her noticing. Something told you she wasn't the type to worry about whether it was a safe day or not.

But her pussy knew a shielded cock from a naked one, and the jig was up...