ROONEY
The pace of her mouth sucking on my d**k synced perfectly with my own relentless thrusts. It was becoming almost unbearable, like an electric spike of pleasure that threatened to end everything even before I was ready.
My breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches, and the sound of her mouth—the wet, continuous sliding was echoing off the bathroom tiles like a drumbeat. I felt the first surge of a contraction at the base of my spine. I was right there, balanced on the razor's edge of a release that would have messed up her entire face.
"Not yet," I wheezed, my voice sounding so tight like it belonged to a stranger.
I reached down, my fingers tangling deeper into the thick, springy curls of her hair, and gently but firmly pulled my c**k from the heat of her relentless throat.
