Chapter Five
He left for Tempelhof early the next morning the memory of Irma’s s****l storm still hot in his mind. The attack, a lioness with claws and teeth, hungry for him. Incisors sank in his flesh repeatedly. They ground the skin providing him with sensations he didn’t understand. She cooled that fire with her wet tongue, arousing him to a degree where he thought he might empty his balls. She knew instinctively when he was about to c*m and gripped his stem, squeezing the meat, prolonging the session. She delivered gobbling as an art form, her mouth teasing then encompassing his erection, before suckling while energetically sliding back and forth. She knew where to prey on his libido and showed him where to forage on her. The tease exacerbated a hunger that drove both to extremes, to
