I peeled their clothes away slowly, savoring how their skin flushed beneath my gaze. He sank to his knees without a word, lips already slick, eyes dark with hunger that mirrored my own. She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers clutching the sheets, breath ragged and shallow but still, none of it would ever be enough.
I grabbed his hair, yanking him close until his mouth hovered over my c**k. “Suck,” I growled, voice low and rough like a command.
His mouth closed around me, hot and wet, tongue swirling, sucking hard as if trying to swallow me whole. His hands gripped my hips, nails digging in, pulling me deeper until a groan tore from my throat—yet I was never sated, never full.
His mouth was tight, wet, slick with spit and need. I thrust forward just enough to f**k his mouth,
