Whispers After Dark
“Fuck, Priscilla… suck it.”
I took him into my mouth, slow at first, my lips stretching wide around the head. I swirled my tongue, hollowed my cheeks, and then sank deeper. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged softly, my eyes watering. He didn’t force it—just rocked gently, letting me adjust.
I pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him fast.
“Sit on the bed,” I said. “I want to tit-fuck you.”
His eyes flared, but he backed up, sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, and spread his legs. I crawled between them, kneeling tall so my breasts aligned with his cock.