Mmph— [ She can't particularly get him to slow down or stop, not when he's clearly enjoying himself. Her eyes open and she looks up him, seeing how his shoulders ride up and down as he pants like he's exhausted, or perhaps a desperate animal. She's unable to see his face from where she's kneeling, but she imagines with the way he says her name, dripping with need, the way he says "please", that she's doing good. That he's close.
He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]
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He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]