Women Seeking Women #82

She let him slip between her lips and took him deep. His hips bucked once, but she pressed a firm hand to his stomach, keeping him still while she sucked. Every wet pull of her mouth drew a soft grunt from his chest. He tasted clean. She moved slow, savoring the stretch at the corner of her jaw, then faster when his breathing broke. Saliva ran down her chin. She didn’t wipe it away. When she swallowed around him, the tight squeeze made his thighs shake. She pulled off just long enough to lick the head, tongue flicking over the slit before sinking back down, taking every inch again until her nose brushed his skin. The rhythm stayed steady—wet and rhythmic—and when his fingers found her hair, she didn’t stop.