“That’s it, taste me,” he urged, voice strained, and I did, opening wide to take the head into my mouth, sucking firmly as my tongue swirled around it. He was thick, stretching my jaws, but I relaxed and took more, inch by inch, until I had half his length sliding over my tongue.

  Saliva pooled, dripping down the shaft as I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks for suction that made his thighs quiver. My hand pumped what I couldn’t fit, twisting at the base, while my other hand slipped into my shorts, fingers finding my slick folds and circling my entrance.

  I was drenched, two fingers sliding in easily...