Learning The Art Of Fellatio

River Lynn finally meets the guy who feels like forever, then runs straight into her biggest fear: putting a dick in her mouth. Mom’s old warning still rattles around: swallow semen and choke to death, or whatever. So River never bothered. She stuck to missionary and happy endings with her hips. Not now. Love on the line, she needs a crash course. She dials an ex and asks if he’ll let her practice. Nice and slow, he lets her learn the pace, the grip, the tongue. Half an hour in the front door slams and roommate number two strolls through—then three, four—until a full living-room circle jerk is queuing up. River shrugs. More pipes, more experience. By mid-afternoon she’s juggling eight fat, dark cocks, drool swinging off her chin while they slap her cheeks, throat-fuck her until her mascara runs, and nut ropes across her face in thick, creamy waves. She grins under the glaze, finally tasting freedom instead of fear.