MY BOYFRIEND'S CREDITOR 3.
I take him in my mouth and his groan echoes through the room. He's big enough to stretch my jaw, salty at the tip, and when I hollow my cheeks and suck, he tangles his hands in my hair and holds on.
"f**k. " His hips jerk forward. "That mouth. All those insults you threw at me, and now look at you. On your knees with my c**k in your throat."
I take him deeper in response, relaxing my throat, letting him hit the back before pulling off to breathe. I trace the vein on the underside with my tongue and he shudders, his whole body trembling. His hands tighten in my hair but he doesn't push, just holds me while I work him over.
I cup his balls with one hand, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten at my touch. He's close already. I can feel it in the tension of
