[ He’s transfixed by the sight of her down there in front of him, the way her lips part slowly for her tongue to rub against the length of his cock, and he swears it makes him harder for her even now, makes him jump and twitch from even those slick strokes. The muscle in his thigh tics beneath the slide of her hand, but only because he’s so attuned for even the slightest touch from her that even her palm sliding across his naked skin feels good.
She’s already eliciting a groan from him when she opens her mouth to take the head of his cock into that wet heat, and he’s not going to move, to thrust, but when she encourages him to take up a harder grip on her hair he does it, fingers sliding firmly through the dark strands and scooping up more of it in his fist. He’s not yanking, not directing her either or forcing her down, more like holding it back from her face in a tighter grasp as he gazes down at her, wonder and arousal blended in his expression. ]
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She’s already eliciting a groan from him when she opens her mouth to take the head of his cock into that wet heat, and he’s not going to move, to thrust, but when she encourages him to take up a harder grip on her hair he does it, fingers sliding firmly through the dark strands and scooping up more of it in his fist. He’s not yanking, not directing her either or forcing her down, more like holding it back from her face in a tighter grasp as he gazes down at her, wonder and arousal blended in his expression. ]
Yes, ma’am.