Nita felt as if she were a chipmunk stuffing its cheeks for the winter. Declan's throbbing c**k was considerably larger than anything she had seen before. Nita took him into her mouth as far as she could, swirling her tongue, teasing the sensitive underside with slow, deliberate strokes. She could hear Declan's breath catching in the back of his throat, his hands tangled in her hair as she continued to feast upon him. As her hand was wrapped around his warm girth, the other roamed free, exploring all his body had to offer.
Nita could feel the strength of his muscles beneath her fingertips as she lightly trailed them up and down his leg, her nails grazing his skin just enough to make him shudder. She could only imagine the power they would have to lift her, pin her down, and thrust into he
