Michael
She pulls free of me, and I feel able to draw breath again. “Not really," she says, “I read about it on the internet… I wanted...."
The internet…?
.... Really?
I thought someone must have been teaching you....
.... some other man....
She looks up, emerald eyes bright in her pale face. “.... I wanted to make it good for you, the way you make it good for me."
Oh, Babe....
I reach down, cup her face with my palm. “You're succeeding."
“I am?"
“You are."
She's massaging the root of my shaft. “What would you like me to do next?"
I wink at her. “I'm going to ask you to swallow my pride."
She grins, wrapping her lips around me again, and this time, I don't resist the rising rush. Balls riding high and tight, my c**k throbbing against her tongue, I let her simply suck and lick
