The young girl's bright blonde hair is a beacon of light in the dim room. Her head bobbed back and forth with a reckless abandon, like an addict who had found their fix. Her full, glossy lips wrapped tightly around his rigid cock, smothering it completely in her mouth. There was a wildness to her movements that spoke more about need than seduction. She sucked on him hard, licked up and down the shaft of his manhood as if he were a thick ice cream cone, reveling in the feel of every vein and ridge against her tongue. The masculine taste slid across her tastebuds and mixed with the sweet perfume of her hair.