She pulls me from my briefs, her warm palm giving it a couple of slow strokes. “Whatever my Lord wants.” The first touch of her mouth is heaven and hell, all wrapped up into one curl of her tongue. It’s so much better than that night in the car—at first, because I can actually see it this time, my hard cock disappearing between those sweet, pink lips. But then she sinks forward and takes me in, a hot-wet glide that makes my toes curl. And she doesn’t stop. Before I’ve even wound my fist in her hair, she’s letting me hit the back of her throat, lingering there against me, holding me so deep
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