Women Seeking Women #28

Chelsea rolled to her knees and brought both hands up to cup Mason’s cock, lifting it toward her mouth. Her lips met the fat, leaking head first, and she let the salt sit on her tongue before she slowly dragged that same wetness down his shaft with one measured stroke of her mouth. Her fist stayed wrapped around the base, twisting gently as her tongue traced a vein underneath. Mason braced one hand behind his neck and the other across the back of her head; not pushing, just claiming the rhythm she set. Each time she sank until her knuckles met her lips, he let a single hoarse breath slip between his teeth. When she lifted off again the sound was thick and wet and the room felt suddenly smaller. She paused to give the crown two small, deliberate flicks of her tongue—sharp points of sweetness—then swallowed him again, slower than before, dragging the pleasure out until the tension in his thighs trembled. She could taste it already, that first hint of release she meant to keep for herself.