"Grhhh…"
Steve groaned, the sound dragged from deep within his chest as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around the swollen head of his cock.
The heat of her lips, the slippery glide of her tongue teasing the sensitive tip — it was maddening.
She wasn't rushing. No — she was savoring him, tasting him like something forbidden and delicious, letting her lips suckle gently as if she could coax every drop of pleasure from him.
Her hand stroked the length of his shaft in slow, deliberate motions, slick from the water she had spilled earlier.
It gave her just enough lubrication to glide smoothly, but the friction was still there — just enough to make his toes curl.
The warmth of her mouth and the soft squeeze of her palm created a dizzying contrast that made his muscles tense with need.
She loved how hard he was.
Big, thick, pulsing in her grip — she could feel every twitch, every throb against her tongue. She moaned softly around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk involuntarily.
