Trapped Between My Adoptive Brothers
With slow, deliberate precision, I tipped it over, pouring a thin, golden stream of warm maple syrup directly over the broad head and down the thick shaft of his shaft.
Damon let out a harsh, sharp gasp, his hips twitching forward involuntarily as the sticky warmth hit his sensitive skin. "Fuck, baby girl..." he rasped, his knuckles turning white as his hands shot up to grip the edge of the marble island behind him for balance. I offered him a sweet, innocent smile before leaning in close. I wrapped my lips around his tip, taking the sweet, syrup-coated head deep into my mouth. My warm tongue swirled around his sensitive ridge, lapping up the golden syrup with long, deliberate, and merciless