Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Christine smiles and laughs again. It's such a bright smile. The kind of smile that makes him twist in his seat as she grabs hold of his cock, cooing in delight as she grips it tightly, staring in adoring bliss at it.

"If they knew how big your cock was, I bet you'd be able to get away with it as much as you wanted," she moans, planting some kisses onto his head before opening her mouth wide to fit the sheer girth of his cock head past her lips.

She doesn't hesitate to take him down deep, surprisingly bold and confident in her approach as she sinks forward, her eyes staring happily up at him from beneath the table.

his eyes don't want to pry away from the hot blonde blowing him right there in the bar, but he know his friends are still around somewhere.

Aren't they? He looks back around again but they're still nowhere to be found, like they all just up and left without him for no reason.

It's the weirdest thing, but he doesn't get to think too much about it before Christine pulls back and lets her tongue slither out of her mouth, running down his cock and then running along his ball sac, making him groan and shiver and forget about goddamn everything except the beautiful woman down under the table who wants his attention so badly.

Why isn't he giving her all that attention? His eyes snap back toward her, staring into her differently colored eyes as his fingers tighten against the back of her head.

"I love your cock," she moans, adoring it with licks and kisses, letting her fingers toy along it between short bursts of quick strokes.

"It's so long and thick... And it's rock-hard right now. Nngh, the women of the world are going to have a lot of fun with this." It's a weird remark, but she seems like such a fucking weird girl by this point that he just focuses on the good things.

She leaves his cock with a nice coating of saliva before slurping it back into her mouth and shoving her way down again, her adoring treatment of his cock an absolute dream.

Lucas can't help but let out a bit of a shamelessly bold moan as the slick heat of her mouth embraces his cock so lovingly.

He knows there are people all around, but that's not enough to stop him from enjoying what he has before him.

And maybe, just maybe, he would absolutely slam Christine down onto the table and fuck her raw right there if he thought he could get away with it.

His fingers tighten against the back of her hair, and he can't help himself as he forces her down further a little bit, his swollen cock head claiming the back of her throat, making her gag, but even as she does so there's no faltering in her smile, like she wants this bad enough that she'll endure it happily.

Which is exactly the kind of cocksucker he want; eager to please his cock no matter how much she's struggling to handle it all, but still struggling with it.

It's like a compliment to his cock every time some girl ends up a loud, choking mess trying to throat it, and Christine doesn't seem to be bucking that trend any.

Back and forth her head rocks. She doesn't need his guidance to move fast, rocking along his cock of her own accord, like that's just how she does things, and it's a fucking incredible feeling.

Lucas's cock has been too long without the kind of girl who just needs a firm demand of, 'Deeper,' to do all the work herself, and she moves her head so quickly along his cock, each time getting it down as far as she's been told to and just a bit further still each time for good measure.

Christine is definitely of a rare kind around here, and it makes sense she'd be from out of town, because if she was coming around more often he would have gotten her mouth on lock by now.

He listens to Christine's gagging, but there was more to it than that; he can hear moans underneath it all, rumbling excitedly in her chest as she continues to service his cock with an eager and adoring lack of any sense of shame.

She's going all out on his dick and there's nothing better to feel than this vulgar, aggressive display of passion.

All Christine seems to want is to get him off, and as far as he was concerned that's precisely what a girl with her mouth around his cock should want.

Her energy should be put toward his pleasure if she's going to bother being down there, not offering up some token head for the sake of pacifying him.

Christine knows what it's all about, and if he had it his way, all women would be following her lead.

With his cock throbbing within the tightest reaches of her throat, and everything about her sloppy treatment with her increasingly loud gagging and all the merciless, shameless need to press onward and give her all to his service, he find himself overwhelmed by absolutely too much of everything all at once.

The pleasure is dizzying and the insane sensation of depraved relief is more than he knows what to do with, but it feels so fucking good that he doesn't care about where he is, feeling bolder and more excited as he forgets about his friends and the focus shifts entirely to the strange girl and her perfect mouth giving his cock the very ideal of a blowjob.

All that matters is where this goes, and there's little mystery now about how that'll be.

Lucas's hands seize the back of Christine's head very suddenly, as his cock twitches within the warm, tight embrace of her throat.

He offer up no warning to it all as he stares down at her with a smile, and she seems to be giving him much the same adoration as she looks up at him, so happy to see him there, knowing what he's about to do and being very accepting of that fact, as his cock erupts down her throat.

He pumps a big, pent up load of cum right down her gullet, each throb of his cock shooting another wave of spunk into her stomach, and he throws his head back as a groan spills from his lips.

He shut his eyes and focus on the pleasure, of claiming Christine's mouth and cumming down her gullet.

It's an incredible feeling, and the burning relief that washes over him feels as good as anything he could have ever hoped for does.

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