Her wrist flicks so that she squeezes just beneath my glans as her tongue licks over the sensitive slit at the head, and my fingers slide over her temples as if they have a mind of their own, my hands settling to palm her head without really realizing that I’m doing it. Lila makes a soft hum in the back of her throat as she pushes back down my cock, her nails of the hand that isn’t on my cock digging into my thigh and her fist working in tandem with her mouth as she manages a nod as if to let me know that it’s okay.
