Peaches and cream

She licked slow across his cock like it was cream on a fresh strawberry. Tongue flat, mouth open, savoring every inch. He tasted clean. Salt and skin. Her hunger sharpened. She took him deeper, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The wet sounds filled the room. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. Precum slipped over her tongue. She swallowed without hesitation. He gasped above her. She didn't pause. Kept working him. Slower now. Then faster. Her thighs pressed tight together as she fed on his need.