DAMIAN
She parted her lips slowly, and her tongue snaked out to lick my crown. Just a small contact between the tip of her tongue and my crown, and my body jerked.
“Ah, f**k,” I cursed softly. “Do that again.”
“T-this?” she asked with her tongue still out, repeating what she did, and I moaned.
“That’s it. Keep doing that.”
She got serious as she licked my crown harder and became more determined, and I was so focused on the area around her mouth where my precum had dried on her skin. I shouldn't have done that, I know I shouldn't have, and yet beside the guilt was an immense sense of satisfaction.
I had this strong urge to mark her with my scent, and the only way I could do that was by rubbing my d**k on her face and leaving my precum smeared all over. That was an animalistic urge,
