Sarah
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Sarah still had that college-girl softness in her cheeks when she slipped into the booth. She locked the door, knelt on the little padded square, and waited. The first cock that pushed through the hole made her swallow hard. She looked up at it like she might apologize. Then she leaned in. Her lips closed around the head, slow at first, almost testing. Once the taste hit her she stopped being polite. Her mouth slid farther down, tongue working, saliva spilling over her knuckles as she stroked what wouldn’t fit. She moaned around the shaft when the guy on the other side groaned; the sound only pushed her harder. By the time the first load flooded her tongue she was breathing through her nose and swallowing without hesitation. The next cock appeared before she had wiped her chin. Sarah shifted on her knees, eyes already half-lidded, fingers busy between her own thighs. She sucked each one like she’d been starving for it, cheeks hollowing, spit stringing from her lower lip when she paused to breathe. Thick ropes painted her tongue, her lips, the little hollow of her throat. She never wiped any of it away. She wanted the next man to see what the last one had left. By the third load her voice was hoarse from the soft sounds she made every time she swallowed. The shy girl who walked in was gone; only the wet, eager mouth remained, hungry for however many more would come through the hole before the night ended.
Sarah still had that college-girl softness in her cheeks when she slipped into the booth. She locked the door, knelt on the little padded square, and waited. The first cock that pushed through the hole made her swallow hard. She looked up at it like she might apologize. Then she leaned in. Her lips closed around the head, slow at first, almost testing. Once the taste hit her she stopped being polite. Her mouth slid farther down, tongue working, saliva spilling over her knuckles as she stroked what wouldn’t fit. She moaned around the shaft when the guy on the other side groaned; the sound only pushed her harder. By the time the first load flooded her tongue she was breathing through her nose and swallowing without hesitation. The next cock appeared before she had wiped her chin. Sarah shifted on her knees, eyes already half-lidded, fingers busy between her own thighs. She sucked each one like she’d been starving for it, cheeks hollowing, spit stringing from her lower lip when she paused to breathe. Thick ropes painted her tongue, her lips, the little hollow of her throat. She never wiped any of it away. She wanted the next man to see what the last one had left. By the third load her voice was hoarse from the soft sounds she made every time she swallowed. The shy girl who walked in was gone; only the wet, eager mouth remained, hungry for however many more would come through the hole before the night ended.