June.
My hands on him, the gentle stroke, and my knees that went down in front of him, I felt the grip on the back of my hair. Pulling me closer, my head covering the lower region of him.
I couldn’t see his face, I was more focused on giving him the satisfaction of what I was doing, though I wasn’t sure I did it well.
“Hm.” The sound came from him, and his grip on my head tightened, while my head kept on wobbling.
I had my tongue rolled over the head of his d**k and placed it back in my mouth, my hand stroked more aggressively down to his balls, and I felt that was the way he might have liked it.
His hand movement on my head urged me to go on faster and I did,
“Go on, baby girl.” He moaned, I wondered if that was some pleasure I noticed in his voice.
“That’s right.” He mutter
