HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE
“Fuck…”
Precum spills out from him warm and thick, and for some reason I don't hesitate for someone new to this, I seem to learns fast. My tongue sweeps over him, slow at first, tasting, exploring, then I begins to move, bobbing my head gently, finding a rhythm of my own, hesitant at first but it’s eager.
I can tell he is trying to restrain himself, cause when I feel my throat tighten slightly as he reaches deeper, brushing against my gag reflex, something inside him snaps, the sight of me struggling just a little seems to unlock a feral part of him
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