Page 54 of Sticky Fingers

“Oh, baby, fuck. That feels amazing.” I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and stroke her with my thumb.

She moans as she tightens her grip on the base, right before dropping her head to take me into her throat deeply before coming back up.

Fucking hell. So fucking intense and so fucking good.

I keep my ass locked to the seat as she begins torturing me in the best way possible.

Pulling off my length, her tongue slowly runs down the underside to my balls where her fingers have been gently massaging them. Then, she pulls one slowly into her mouth and runs her tongue around it. Letting go, she licks over to my other ball before pulling it into her mouth, still running her hand slowly up and down on my cock.

It looks so big in her small, soft hands…and Jesus, fuck, the way she keeps her eyes on me!

Using my other hand, I lean in to pull her blouse down. Admiring her tits bust out of her tight bra, we both begin to pant with lust.

When she runs her tongue back up from my balls, her mouth descends around me, and I swear to fucking God, it feels like she swallowed me whole. I almost explode in her throat right then, but she’s squeezing the base and pulls off as I throb in her hand.

I’m not sure I can hold off much longer as she starts pumping up and down with her lips and hand slowly. So slowly. On every trip down, she moans and then swallows, tightening around my head and making me see stars.

My hand on her neck has traveled into her hair, and I’m torn between stopping her or allowing her to go on.

She looks so beautiful as she swallows me, moaning and sucking. Her stroking on the base where she can’t swallow is so fucking intense, and I feel myself hardening even more as I start to reach a point of no return.

Okay.

Now this is what I like to call a proper date.