DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
I nodded, humming a cry.
Right then, he pushed himself back into my mouth, letting out a low growl as I felt the heat of him again.
"Your mouth or your pussy, which one is sweeter?” He asked while thrusting in my mouth, looking down at me with the most sinful look I'd ever seen.
Mitch did the answering for me.
“It's got to be the pussy, Hans. Don't get so charmed by that pretty mouth of hers.”
I heard the sound of his zipper behind me. Then, I felt the blunt pressure of the head of Mitch's length against my sweet hole. He circled and teased it and I tensed. But his hand came to my hip, holding me steady.