Lana Del Rey – West Coast lyrics

His large hand grabbed your hair, coaxing your mouth onto his cock, obeying easily as your lips parted to cover his tip before pushing down his length. You looked up, studying how he looked at you as your tongue rolled, his bored eyes closing slowly, fingers tensing around your scalp. You moaned happily against him, the view of you bringing pleasure to him working you up and your thighs rubbed together for relief. Yanking back on your hair, you whined, vibrating down his cock causing his eyes to snap open and a muffled groan escape his lips. He watched your head bob up and down him, his hips rolling with your slow movements.

“Fuck.. go faster.” He thrust hard into your mouth, his full length choking you out, gagging as he did it, he smiled again as your eyes watered with the force of his movements, now both hands wrapping into your tangled hair. “That’s it. Open your mouth wider. I wanna watch you drool.” Your big eyes stared up at him as he watched you listen to him, saliva dripping down your chin, neck and into the cleavage the dress left you with. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, but it was fast and you hardly had time to do more than focus on more than just breathing through your nose as he used your mouth to fuck freely.
But you were obedient as ever, happy to watch him pant as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth with messy rough thrusts that hit the back of your throat with little regard for your well-being. Your knees scraped on the dirty cobble alley, a dull pain in comparison to the overstimulation of his rough handling.