Setting a slow, steady pace, I take him in and out of my mouth, sucking and licking the crown and stroking his rigid shaft, sliding my tongue along the throbbing vein that runs under the length of it. I suck and swirl and stroke, my head bobbing and my n*****s aching, so turned on, I think I might be able to come from the friction of my panties against my c**t alone.
He rasps, “Stop rubbing your thighs together. You’ll come when I let you.”
I whimper in need. It makes his fingers tighten against my head.
He f***s my mouth until he’s panting. Low, helpless groans work from deep within his chest. He wraps a trembling hand around my throat.
“Ah, f**k. I’m close, baby. Are you ready?”
When I make a small sound of agreement, he starts to thrust harder and faster until he’s moaning lustily,
