SWEET SPOT
“You’re taking me so well, baby. Such a perfect little mouth. Look at you… choking on my cock like a good girl.”
His words made me moan around him, the vibration drawing another deep groan from his chest. He tightened his grip on my hair, guiding me faster but still careful. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted to please him. I wanted to hear more of those praises.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
I looked up at him through teary eyes, moaning softly as he used my mouth, completely lost in the moment — his taste, his sounds, his dominance, and the way he kept calling me his good girl.