Chapter 2
The stretch in my jaw burned, but it only made me wetter, my p***y clenching around nothing as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could.
Ellie watched, biting her lip hard, then reached out tentatively, her hand sliding up his thigh, fingers trembling.
“Can I help? Please, Mr. Matthew?” she whispered, her voice small and pleading, like she couldn’t resist anymore.
He looked down at her, smirking as he kept thrusting shallowly into my mouth.
“Yeah, you can help, lick my balls, girl, get your tongue all over them, make it good or I’ll make you regret it.”
She crawled closer on her knees, her breath warm against his skin as she tilted her head, tongue flicking out to trace the underside of his sack, lapping at the wrinkled skin.
He hissed, his free hand tangling in her
