The feeling vibrated up my length sending little zaps of electricity over my body. I grabbed a fistful of his blond hair and used it to fuck myself with his tight, wet throat. I could get used to this. No, I had gotten used to this. I didn't want it to stop, didn't want to let go of this man that made me feel pleasure in ways that I had never experienced before. I knew who he was, how he treated previous conquests, but that logic didn't seem to work in my brain anymore.
