“God, you’re so fucking good at this.” “I’ve had practice,” she hums against my shaft, and I instantly pull my hips back so that I pop out of her mouth. “With whom.” It’s not a question—not at all. It’s a demand. “Kidding,” she says sweetly, looking up at me with those hooded hazel eyes as one of her hands continues to pump me. “But you should see your face right now.” I grind my jaw as one of my hands trails down the side of her face. “You think it’s funny to make me imagine your mouth around another man’s cock? You think I’d find that amusing?” She rolls her eyes, and my hand stills. “Roll
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