Chapter 75 - Free
Isiah tasted salty, but there was a sweetness and a welcome familiarity with the taste of his fluids and skin that Maybell could almost feel like fire all over her skin and senses. Awareness of the pulse of his heart beats, the strain of his manhood, the twitching of his balls as she ran her hands up and down caressing and stoking him to the rhythm of her suckling, licking and her bold tongue dancing against him.
With a choked voice she felt him shift under her and she glanced quickly at his hand where his white knuckled fists were gripping the beds edge, as his harsh breathing announced how close to the edge he was.
“Jesus May…Im…Im to riled up from this morning Im not gonna…last much longer…Maybelll…uhhhh!” it came off as a plea and a complaint, and yet she could se
