She’s been waiting. Legs spread on the edge of the bed while his fingers already trace the wet lines down her thighs—now—the moment he finally lets go of that tight grip on himself. No words needed; she’s already there, lips parted wide around him like she was born for this. First taste is all control: slow circles with her tongue over the head before taking half in one greedy pull. Gagging gasps mix with wet slurping sounds as she fights not to gag—fuck, that’s good—but then she relaxes into it. Jaw stretched obscenely wide, tears glistening at the corners as he buries himself deeper than any other woman ever has.
