Chapter 51: Hancock’s Anxiousness
Hancock had always been stubborn and unwilling to give in completely. So, she ignored the middle-aged woman's words. It wasn't until now that she realized it was truly from the bottom of her heart.
Lakeman ignored what Hancock was thinking. He squinted his eyes, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and relaxed his whole body. Unlike Hancock, who was stubborn and silent, doing this reluctantly, Stussy served him carefully, patiently, and gently.
As the initial stiffness passed, she soon became completely warm, reminding Lakeman of the erotic films he watched in his youth. Inside and out, up and down, everywhere was taken care of. What's more, Stussy wouldn't rush him out. She took the initiative to adjust the pace, allowing Lakeman to enjoy the service to the fullest. In contrast, Hancock served with a cold face, performing tasks like a robot without any love in it.
'What an addictive service,' Lakeman's heart sighed. 'No wonder people in the past always said that young women are as good as they come but can't compete with trained women. It turns out that's the case!'
Lakeman also realized the benefits of an informed woman.
After an hour.
"Aahh," Lakeman suddenly held Stussy's hair and forcefully pushed her head down on his cock till her lips were kissing the base. Her eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly adjusted, allowing him to feel every inch of her warmth. Lakeman's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm with a mixture of dominance and desperation. He could feel the muscles in her throat working diligently, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.
He didn't stop there. Lakeman continued to thrust, each motion slow and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure as long as possible. Stussy's eyes watered slightly, but she maintained her rhythm, matching his movements with practiced ease. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared intensity, Lakeman's breathing growing heavier, punctuated by the occasional groan of satisfaction.
"Mhhh... This is the ultimate enjoyment," Lakeman murmured, his voice a husky whisper. He held her like this for several more minutes, the tension building with each thrust until he finally reached his peak. With a final, forceful push, he came down her throat, shuddering from the intensity of his release. "Drink it all, Bitch," he commanded, his voice a blend of dominance and satisfaction.
"Gulp...gulp..."
'My mouth is sore!' Stussy thought, but she maintained a smile, showing no signs of discomfort. After finishing, she gently pulled away, licking her lips clean, and quickly left the hall. She walked into the women's room and rinsed her mouth with water several times before suppressing the smell. Then, she reapplied her lip makeup in front of the mirror.