"Why don't you get me another beer," Levi suggested as Sarah Palin licked the last drops of his hot, sticky come off her lower lip. She nodded silently and got up off her knees to head into the kitchen with some difficulty. He watched her naked ass sway out of the room and grinned to himself, knowing she was sore from the prodigious plowing he'd just given her.
But he had plans for more.
Levi sprawled back in his bed and gave his cock an affectionate glance. It had served him well, his cock, and he hadn't even had to show it to the world in Playgirl. It had made him famous enough already, and certainly had proved him a man.
Sarah came back into the room with a cold brew and handed it to him, her eyes downcast. "Is there anything else you'd like, Levi?" She still had wetness running down the inside of her thigh, and he knew she wanted him again.
"Yeah. Why don't you suck my cock for a little while?"
Her eyes flashed with lust and he could see she was still tasting his spunk. "But I thought-"
"Did I ask what you thought? I told you to suck my cock, Sarah. Now get on it or I'll just go back to your house and have Bristol take care of it."
Sarah slid two fingers surreptitiously into her snatch and wiggled them. He glared at her and took a pull off his beer.
"You can play with yourself as long as your mouth is on my dick, bitch."
Sarah Palin knelt at the foot of the bed and lowered her head to take his cock - growing again, god, he loved being 20 - into her hot, come-flavored mouth. She gave a long suck to the head and he laid back, pleased.
As Sarah Palin played with his ballsack and diligently bobbed her mouth down on his sword, Levi turned his head and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Flicking through, he wrote a text to Tank. "Get over here," it said. "I've got her naked. Need your help with a project."
Sarah lowered her head enough that his cockhead popped into her throat, and he stifled a groan when he felt her gag reflex caress him. Swigging his beer with one hand, he reached down with the other and held her head down on his dick, feeling her throat twitch. She was making little gurgling noises and sniffling in breaths through her nose, which was pressed to his skin. Her tongue stroked his scrotum softly, with desperate little stabs.
Levi drained his beer and let go of Sarah's hair so she could come up for air. She pulled off his cock, a thick string of saliva dangling from her lip. Her mouth was swollen and red, her eyes filled with tears.
"Did I say you could stop?"
"I can't-"
"Shut the fuck up and put my cock back in your mouth, bitch."
She obeyed, sucking softly, like a baby at a tit. He thought briefly of his son, and how he'd enjoy planting another in Bristol. Hell, maybe he'd put another in Sarah, just for fun.
But first, something that definitely wouldn't get her pregnant.