Chapter 2
“Fuck... your mouth's so hot and wet," he muttered, voice strained and low, his other hand joining the first in my hair, holding my head steady as he thrust deeper, the head hitting the back of my throat harder now, making me gag a little, my throat tightening around him, tears welling up in my eyes from the pressure.
Saliva built up quickly, dripping down his shaft to his balls, making the sucks sloppier, wet sounds filling the room as I worked him.
My p***y ached empty and desperate, the kneeling position making my skirt ride up, cool air brushing my wet panties, but sucking him made it worse, the taste of him filling my mouth, my free hand sliding under my skirt to rub my c**t through the lace, fingers circling slow at first then faster, the friction making my thighs trem
