Steamy Encounters
I licked my lips, tasted the salt and the bitterness, and smiled up at him.
“You're insane,” he said in a ragged voice.
“Maybe.” I wrapped my hand around his cock, still hard, still slick with the moisture of my mouth. “Now I want your cum.”
I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. His taste was different from David's. The sharp edge of urine mixed with the salt of his skin, and the musk of his arousal. I worked my tongue along the length of his cock, tracing the vein, and feeling the pulse against my lips. He was thick in my mouth, too big to take all at once, but I took what I could with my hand wrapped around the base. I had to relax my throat so I could accommodate him.
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