Her eyes gazed up at him as his member parted her lips. As he entered her mouth she felt his foreskin slide back, exposing the tip and the frenulum below. She breathed him in, savoring the smell and taste of him, thick and heady after a long day in the sun. She let her tongue swirl around the head, then slip down the shaft, back up again, the tip of her tongue brushing the frenulum. She felt him twitch, tasted his precum, slick, mercurial, almost sweet, teased out by her tongue. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed him, let the privilege of pleasuring him wash over her as his fingers found their way to her spiral tresses. She lingered in her thoughts as his fingers tighten, followed by determined thrusts. She was brought back to the present as he hit the back of her throat. She winced, eyes opening, to see him, head back, eyes closed, a deep growl gathering in his chest. He gripped her firmly in both hands, his thrusts penetrating her throat now. Her eyes began to water and she blinked back tears. It was for her to pleasure him, she was his to use as he saw fit. She would not stand down, she would give him what he needed. She willed her throat open and took him in, all of him. Her breathing slowed as his pace quickened, until he roared, pulled out and showered her face in white hot streams of shimmering silver. After a moment, she felt his fingertips under her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his eyes. "Good girl." She couldn't contain her smile as her tears of gratitude began to flow.
3 months ago. October 7, 2022 at 2:55 AM