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My throat tightened, my heart slamming against my ribs. I said nothing. I just sat back down. She didn't let go. I reached for the shampoo, pouring it into my palm before lathering it into her hair. Sky watched me carefully, warily, as if she wasn't sure if I would change my mind. I wouldn't. With steady hands, I worked the shampoo into her hair, my fingers moving in slow, gentle circles. Her eyes fluttered shut. A soft, involuntary hum escaped her lips. I felt that sound like a punch to the gut.

Once he’s released his tight grip on my hair, I hold my breath and swallow him so deep, the tip of him tickles the back of my throat. From somewhere above, a crunching sound followed by a thump on the floor announces the death of Jeremy’s phone. But before I can lift my head to see, Jeremy has both hands combing through my hair as he groans my name. “Fuck, Savannah, you have to stop. I’m going to come.” I draw my head up, slowly releasing him, and lap at the salty liquid spilling from the tip. “So, come,” I murmur, as I prepare to swallow him again.

Like I was his. He was close—I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed under my palms, the way his rhythm stuttered. His grip tightened in my hair, almost ripping strands out by the root. “Swallow,” he growled, voice breaking on the word. He came with a harsh groan, pulsing hot and thick cum down my throat. I swallowed again and again, choking on it, until he was spent and finally—finally—pulled out. I stayed there on my knees, coughing, wiping my mouth with the back of a shaking hand. My lips were swollen, my throat raw, tears and spit smeared across my face.

■NOTE: WARNING MATURE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE SKIP THE CHAPTER■ (A thousand years guys listen to this song while reading this) he is feeding icecream to me I'm enjoying it very well after eating he wiped my lips gently I felt heat when his thumb touched to my lips I sealed his lips by mine while sitting on his lap and locking my legs around his waist he was shocked due to my sudden actions but he also started kissing me back with same passion his hands were on my waist I'm unbuttoning his shirt in the flow of kiss I took ice cream spoon and applied it on his abs and started licking it his body is shaking due to my touch (Heart beats fast Colors and promises H

Five years of showers that smelled like bleach and despair. Never again. As I reached for the shampoo—a bottle that promised “silky, goddess-like locks”—I couldn’t help but laugh. “Silky locks,” I snorted. “Let’s aim for ‘not resembling a bird’s nest,’ and then we’ll talk.” I scrubbed my scalp until it tingled, rinsed, and repeated like a woman on a mission. By the time I was done, the water had turned downright gross. I pulled the plug, watching the murky evidence of my prison life swirl down the drain.

"Err, and then it goes... Oh yeah. -nanana glorious When the sharp syringe wanna cut me up It's gonna knock me out, gonna dope 'em up I am wasted, I am crocked, I am who I'm meant to be, this is me." I shook my head, biting down my chuckle. "It does not say that. " "That's what the guys sing." he shrugged folding another flyer.

I sauntered back to the front of her door and pushed it open. "What the fuck!" I gasped when my eyes caught her, she was holding shampoo and about to drink it. It fell off her hands when she heard my voice. I walked to where she was sitting and took the shampoo which had fallen to the ground. "Are you fucking stupid? I never knew shampoo was a kind of juice." I snapped and she gaped downward avoiding eye contact with me. I held her hand and pulled her up, her gaze was still downturned. I let go of her hand and tilted her chin up making sure she was looking at me.

“Betty right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again,” I grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the soap rack as I dramatically sang the bridge part of the song under the shower rain head. “The only thing I wanna do, is make it up to you…” My head was covered with thick foam from the shampoo which was slowly leaking to my face and body because of the running water above my head. And when I got into the most dramatic part of the song, at least for me, I couldn’t help but open my eyes to pour out my emotions.

My eyes bulge, stunned by how he fills me up, how he easily slips in. “Suck.” His command rings in my head and I pull. Soft buttery liquid shoots in my mouth, one I have only touched and smeared on my fingers. It mixes with my saliva. My mouth swells, gathering saliva—my brain shuttles between just pooling saliva or downing it. “Swallow.” My heart is pounding. I try to block my senses as I gulp the mix of his sperm and my saliva. It forms a thick lump and rolls down my throat.

You catch a hint of Kezia on him but puts it out of your mind. He plates his fingers into your hair and forces you to deep-throat him as he explodes, making you gag. "Swallow," he demands you and you obey. You try to keep it down but fail. You got to the bathroom just in time to vomit. 'Why can't I keep it down? It is not the first time an asshole came in my mouth,' you think with your head hanging over the toilet.