Talia swirled her tongue around the head first, and my hips flexed. Heat speared down my spine. Easing into it, she suckled my flesh in slow, deliberate stokes, determined to drive me wild. But soon she was rolling her mouth down my entire length until she met the circle of her fist, and I rocked and surged into every lick, every suck, every stroke. This was bliss. Madness.
