100 Fantasy Collections
something thicker, heavier, real.
I needed the actual thing again.
My phone sat on the nightstand. I picked it up, hesitated only a second, then typed the word I had learned yesterday into the search bar.
Videos filled the screen.
I tapped the first one. A man and a woman on a bed, her mouth around his cock, moving up and down. I watched, cheeks warming, as she took him deeper, saliva glistening, the wet sounds clear through my headphones. Another video. Then another. In every one the woman used her mouth the same way...lips stretched, tongue working, hands stroking what she couldn’t fit.