Sara’s POV
"Sara," he begged, his voice strained with need. "Please, baby. I need your mouth on me. Now."
I didn't hesitate. Lowering my head, I wrapped my lips around the head of his c**k and sucked gently. Archer's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me close.
I could only take a few inches at a time, my mouth stretched wide around his thick shaft. But I worked him with my tongue, swirling it around the sensitive head before sliding back down to the base.
Archer groaned, his hips rocking forward to meet my mouth. "f**k, Sara," he panted. "Your mouth feels so good."
I smiled around his c**k, sending vibrations through his length. Archer shuddered, his grip on my hair tightening. I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper each time until I could feel him hitting
