Women Seeking Women #90

He sinks deeper into the chair, hips flexing forward to meet the heat of her mouth. Her hand clamps tight around the base, steadying him, pumping slow and deliberate while her tongue works the crown in lazy circles. Every pass of her lips drags a fresh sound from his throat. She looks up once, eyes locked on his, and keeps swallowing him down until the tip nudges the back of her throat. Saliva trails down her chin and slicks the length she can't take. His fingers sink into her hair, testing, urging, but she sets the rhythm herself. Wet, hollow sucks fill the space between them. The vein on the underside throbs against her tongue. She eases back with a pop, lips swollen and gleaming, then pushes forward again to bury him fully. His thighs twitch. A string of spit stretches from her lower lip when she pulls off, then snaps as she dives back down. Each stroke ends with a slow, twisting grind at the head. His breath turns ragged. She hums around him, low and constant, letting the vibration roll straight through his cock. He arches, hips jerking, desperate for more of the slick, relentless grip.