Blowing The Meat Flute

Ellie Smoke blew into that plastic flute like it owed her rent, yet every note squeaked like a mouse on helium. Elias Cash watched her cheeks puff out and sighed. 'Swap the toy for the real deal and you might actually keep the neighbors awake for the right reasons.' She licked her lips, eyes zeroing on his zipper, then dropped to her knees. No hesitation. Her small hand wrapped the thick, warm shaft, tongue flicking over the swollen head, tasting salt. She slid her mouth down, taking inch after inch until her nose kissed trimmed hair, throat fluttering around him. Spit ran down her chin, wetting the vein under her fingers as she bobbed, cheeks hollowing with every pull. Elias groaned, hand gentle at the back of her head, guiding the rhythm she set. She gagged, pulled off gasping, strings of saliva snapping between lips and cock, then dove back in, humming just to feel him twitch against her tongue. Faster now. Wetter. The plastic flute lay forgotten on the floor while the meat one got the workout it needed.