Giving a final flicker of my tongue against his bulbous helmet, I felt him tense, and with a groan he filled my mouth with a generous helping of hot, creamy cock-custard. I milked him skilfully with my lips, ensuring I didn’t miss a single drop. At last I let him withdraw, his thick shaft shiny with a mixture of semen and saliva.

“Jesus, Annie, how did you get to be so good at blowjobs?” he asked, as he tucked his wilting todger back into his jeans.

I licked my lips and swallowed.

“Practice makes perfect,” I replied. “Right, who’s next?”