~~Arlene~~
He pulls his c**k out of my p***y slow and gentle, the thick shaft glistening with our mixed precum and juices, slick trails dripping from the tip.
My eyes dart down, locking on it, and f**k—I want it. My mouth parts on instinct, lips wet and hungry, like if I leave it open any longer, drool will spill out, begging to taste him.
The urge hits hard, raw and filthy, my tongue flicking against my teeth as I imagine wrapping around that veiny length, sucking every drop clean.
Roland sinks back into the chair, legs spread wide, his c**k still half-hard and curved, throbbing slightly in the air between us.
It’s like he reads my mind, that smug glint in his eyes as he reaches out, tugging my hand.
“Come down, pumpkin,” he says, voice low and commanding, pulling me off the van
