Page 47 of Innocent Bratva Twins

“Oh my fuck,” I mumble. Her eyes are wide and round as they stare up at me from the floor. My cock is thick, veins popping from it, hovering just above her face.

She reaches up and wraps her delicate fingers around it, and I’m about to lose my mind. She’s never done this before.

Those virgin lips, her virgin tongue, are about to taste my cock for the very first time.

Her mouth opens, and she slowly licks her warm tongue over the tip of my cock. I shudder, leaning even harder against the desk, because my legs have gone weak, and I don’t trust them to hold me up anymore. Her perfect little mouth. Her perfect little face.

I wrap my hand over her jaw. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable,” I say tightly, wondering what I would do if she stopped. Because at this point, I am so desperate in my desire for her, I don’t think she’d be safe around me.

“I want to,” she whispers.

She lowers her face beneath my cock and runs her tongue from my balls all the way up the base of my cock, over the thickest vein, licking hot warmth up to the tip.

The pleasure that floods me is indescribable. She’s a fucking goddess.

My eyes are locked on her.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her.

She opens her mouth as wide as she can, but I can see it’s not wide enough to handle all of me.

It doesn’t matter, though, because she takes the part of me that she can manage into her mouth, and I practically explode over her tongue right away.

Her innocent inexperience is wild.

The way she’s trying so hard to please me even though she has no idea what she’s doing—and she hasno ideahow fucking good she is at what she’s doing—it’s enough to send me over the edge.

I’m actually fighting not to come too easily.

I want to savor this.

Each little flick of her tongue.

The way she gags softly and looks shocked when my cock slips in too deep, her fingers gripping the base of my cock as her spit shines over my skin.

Her perfectly painted black nails.

It’s too much.

It’s everything.

I’m breathing heavily when I rest my hand on the top of her head.

I start rocking back and forth, being careful not to choke her by thrusting too deep, but the pleasure is so intense I’m trusting her to stop me if she needs to—I can’t rely on myself.

I push in deep, testing my luck; she gags again, and her eyes are watering when she looks up at me. It’s beautiful how she’s suffering to please me.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl, slowly pushing in again.

My cock is getting harder by the second, going rigid in her hands, the tip rubbing over her mouth.

My fingers knot tightly in her hair, and I’m pulling hard as I move faster.

“Tilt your head back. Open your mouth again,wide,” I command.

She leans back and opens her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue for me, angel,” I demand.