~Here,~ says the voice of the thong, ~Let me help~
To Charlotte's amazement she felt movement between her legs. The thong seemed able to send waves of thrilling pleasure rocketing up from between her legs. It felt as if it was able to massage her clit, urging the little boosts of sexual delight to occur more frequently and with greater impact.
The thong was clever. Charlotte recognised that as long as she suckled at the tattooed man's cock well enough, dragging her lips over his flesh, keeping him tightly tucked into her mouth, that the thong would time its bursts of release to match when her head was crudely yanked back down the length of the dick.
Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut. This was all too much. Too many sensations at once. She found herself looking forward to the next time her mouth was forced to reach back down to the base of the German's cock. Was she starting to enjoy this?
The man's climax caught Charlotte by surprise. The innocent was poorly prepared and caught up in her own sensations to recognise the warning signals.
The hot seed of the tattoo covered man suddenly exploded into her mouth. He muttered something in German. Much of the creamy goop trickled down her throat. Charlotte coughed, gagged, spluttering on the cum. Her lips were soaked in it. Trickles dribbled down her chin.
"You will learn to swallow it all!" boomed the German, clearly displeased, "Unless I want to cover you in cum myself."
Charlotte couldn't speak. She was still trying to regain some sense of composure.
"Strip!" demanded the German, "Let's see your tits. Let's have you naked."
~Do as he says,"~ insisted the thong.
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