Chapter 2
He had imagined me like this? On my knees, sucking him off? The thought sent a thrill through my body, making my n*****s harden painfully against my bra.
I bobbed my head faster, taking him as deep as I could, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat.
Spit dribbled down my chin, but I couldn't bother about that I wiped it with the back of my hand and kept going, my hand wrapping around the base to stroke the part I couldn't swallow.
He started thrusting, slowy at first, testing how much I could take, then deeper, f*****g my mouth with steady rhythm.
Tears welled up in my eyes from the roughness, streaming down my cheeks, but it only made me wetter. My p***y throbbed, clenching on nothing, and I couldn't resist, I slipped my free hand under my skirt, pushing my pan
