Page 82 of Dance of Defiance

“Val!” he hisses, grabbing for it. I let him take it and slowly slide off his head, teasing the slit with my tongue.

“Unlock it,” I mouth around his cock, sliding down to lick his heavy balls. Roman groans, panting heavily, dropping his head back against the wall.

“Why—”He barely stops his moan as I take one of his balls into my mouth.

“Just do it.”

He does so, his hands shaking as I drag my tongue back up the underside of his beautiful dick. I pluck the phone from his trembling grip, and before he realizes what I’m doing, I’m tapping on the camera, switching to selfie mode, and inhaling half of his cock.

The phone clicks quietly as I take shot after shot of my lips wrapped tightly around his fat dick. I let my drool slide down his shaft, sticking my tongue out and tapping his head against it as I take another picture.

“You're welcome,” I grin, shoving the phone back into his pocket before taking his cock deep in my throat.

Roman groans deeply, then I let him slip from my mouth with an audible pop. The giggling outside the stall goes quiet. Roman’s face turns white, and he starts to push me away.

Yeah, no.

That’snotfucking happening.

Instead, I groan loudly, wetly slurping on his dick and then taking him down my throat again.

“Kurt!” the girl outside the stall hisses, starting to giggle. “Kurt” snorts.

“Shit—sorry, guys,” he chuckles. “We’re out. Have fun.”

Roman looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. I choose to attribute that to my A-fucking-plus throat game, not his fear of almost being caught.

But once the bathroom door closes behind them, the brakes come off.

And I gohard.

I groan deeply, swallowing him to the hilt, squeezing him with my throat. Roman chokes out a cry of pleasure that ignites my fucking blood. He spasms, and his hands grab big fistfuls of my hair as I moan around his pulsing dick.

Suddenly, he’s coming.

Hard.

I groan, swallowing as his dick starts to pump thick ropes of sweet, sticky cum down my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking his huge dick as it spurts again and again.

He looks like he’s about to have a seizure when I finally pull my lips off him. I stand, and before he can say a thing, or question this, or suddenly decide he’s fuckingstraightagain, I grab his face and slam my mouth to his.

He let me kiss him with his mouth full of my cum before. But this time, when it’s my mouth full ofhisload, he freezes, as if this is too much.

Yeah, too bad.

I grab his hair and yank back, making him let out a whimpering, mewling sound as I sear my lips to his and feed his cum to him.

“Taste how fucking good you are,” I growl as our tongues tease and stroke.

He fights it at first, a little. But soon enough, his tongue is eagerly swirling with mine, licking and sucking his own sticky cum out of my mouth.

When I pull away, his face is red, and his eyes are wide. Haunted. He stares at me, his lips swollen from my kisses and glistening with cum.

“I—I’ve never?—”

“I know,” I murmur. “But you’re pretty fucking good at it,” I growl, sliding my hands over his delectable ass and pulling him to me. I kiss him again, relishing his moans when I do.

I finally let him go, both of us tucking ourselves back into our pants and fixing ourselves up. I sneak glances at him in the mirror as we wash up at the counter. He catches me, and I love the way his handsome, masculine face gets all pink and blushing when he does.