“Holy fuck,” Lex cries out as I gurgle around him. My spit is everywhere, I’m drooling like a leaky faucet, and my eyes are wet with tears streaming out of them. The noises my throat is making are offensive, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want to consume him. Lex’s hands tighten in my hair as he guides me, fucking into my mouth with precise rhythmic thrusts, and I moan around him, my cock straining against the thin lace trying to contain it. It’s going to burst through.
