Then I slid down his shaft two, three, four then five inches. A feeling of want. Brav-fucking-oh a woman’s voice cheered. Mark had a firm grip on each side of my head as I kept bobbing up and down. I stopped there for a moment then pulled back until just the head remained in my throat. His cock wasn’t that thick at the head but it definitely got much thicker at the base. The head was now pushing at my throat. The first thing I noticed was the weight, it moved differently than mine. She used to dress me up instead of her dolls and practice putting make-up on me. Getting a little more in my mouth each time. I closed my eyes and relaxed as much as I could. I followed like a lost dog in heat. I followed like a lost dog in heat. That’s a good girl I heard Mark say as he steadied my head.
