đź’‹PEYTONđź’‹
“Fuck.” Axel groans, arching his back as I start sucking on his member. Circling my tongue around his c**k, my hands stroke his balls agonizingly slow as I suck in and out. A loud popping sound goes on and off.
“f**k Peyton, why are you so good at this?” he says, fisting my hair and pressing my face into his pelvis.
I feel my n*****s stand on end, begging to be touched, but all I get is the cold water dripping on them. My core is soaking wet and ready.
Axel’s control snaps entirely as I increase the pace. He is completely undone, gripping the wet tile wall for balance as pleasure takes hold.
“Go faster...” he groans, his hips moving reflexively, completely giving in to the urgency.
I pause, pulling back slightly. The water streams over my face as I look up at him, a wicked,
