AGATHA
I feel powerful in these moments. Especially when my hand caresses Draven’s hardening manhood, which I’ve always been curious about.
It’s hot, throbbing. I don’t know why I find it attractive now and it’s like it’s tempting me to taste it, so I eagerly ran my tongue over its reddening head.
“Shìt, Agatha. What did they give you to drink?” Draven asked, trying to control himself, but I ignored him.
It’s so satisfying whenever I play with my tongue on his thick and hard weapon, pushing it as far as it can go down my throat, but here I am choking.
“You don’t have to do that, hon,” Draven said, gasping for breath as he bent down and ran his hand over my shoulder.
He helped me up and then kissed me on the lips, tightly embracing my wet body.
“Let’s finish here, you might catch a
