One month later in New York
One month later in New YorkHe tasted delicious on my tongue. I tortured him with a slow pace, causing a low whimper on his lips. It felt powerful to have this strong man release his control. I clenched my hand around his girth and popped him out of my mouth. His hand started to rub up my arms; I spat on the tip and felt the brush of his fingers across my ass. I knew when I woke him up with oral s*x, it would make us late for the day I had planned. His eyes squeezed shut, and my n*****s tightened.
“Fuckin’ sexy on your knees, baby,” he growled. The scent of clean musk from his balls, the warmth of his seed down my throat, the wave of intensity in his eyes showed he wasn’t going to let me go without being inside of me.
“Get up here,” he barked and smacked me on
