Why did it have to feel nice when he said she was good even if it was followed by little slut. Later she would have time to reflect and consider how depraved she was behaving but for now she was quite please to do something right. Besides if her mouth was occupied she would not have to say a word to admit she enjoyed it.<br/><br/>She even liked the way he stroked her head and encouraged her. Most boys would be head rolled back, thrusting their hips and ready to pop with in a few moments.<br/><br/>She felt almost proud.<br/><br/>She put in the work, picking up her speed, twisting her head as she moved up and down showing an effort she had not before. She was trying to take more, another inch. She was close to 3/4 of him but she was starting to have trouble. Her lungs were burning from a lack of air, drool was dripping down his shaft. She felt her throat closing around his cock, she began to gag. Still she didn't have it all.<br/><br/>She had to pop off, she panted for air as her mouth dipped down, her lips following the length of his shaft until she blindly reached the base. She kissed and licked here until her lungs no longer burn. She drew back to his tip and with vigor wrapped her mouth around him and pressed down again. A few more pop and she had a whole 8 inches. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as she tried so hard to keep herself there. All of him had to be impossible.