A mouth fuck to take the edge off.
“Let me devour you,” I say.
And I do.
Every inch, all the way down.
My tongue is greedy.
Without a doubt, I will never get enough of him.
That swollen cock collides with the back of my throat.
Then the soft wetness of my cheek.
“Gold star customer service,” he gasps breathlessly.
I slide a finger inside him.
Nice and steady, caressing the spot that always drives my baby feral.
He grips my hair every time a wave hits.
Damn that river boy moan.
I live for it.
Sometimes on my lunch break, I still listen to that ‘couch orgasm’ video he sent. Headphones in, of course.
His hand seeks mine as I please him.
He utters a euphoric whimper, trying to arch his hips.
But I won’t let him.
“I’m not gonna last. I’m edging so bad.”
“Then let go for me, baby. Give me something to swallow.”
“Ohh… ohhh fuck…”
My beautiful angel.
Soon I feel that warm salty sensation on my tongue.
I love the way he tastes.
Resting my head on his stomach, I raise his hand to my cheek.
“Better?”
“Better.”
“That’s not usually part of the service,” I grin.
???
Shuffling closer on the couch, I lay his arm across my thigh.
