I couldn’t breathe.
The only thing I could do was watch him as he continued his onslaught of my mouth.
His eyes seemed to grow darker just by watching me and that dark, twisted smile seemed to widen.
Jordyn’s very rough and long fingers lifted my head up and he pressed further into me.
I didn’t need a mirror to tell me my face was only growing redder and redder by the minute.
“Breathe Mama,” his tone was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“O-“ I started to say, but he pushed farther into the cocoon of my mouth.
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you,” his tone held mock confusion and his green blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
Jordyn clearly loved what he was doing to me.
I writhed against his knees as he stroked my tongue, biting his lips subtly.
I had to stop making so much friction
