“f**k, little lamb…” I groan. I start to reach for her because if I don’t taste her right now I’m going to f*****g die.
But before I can take back the reins, she drops her head low and licks the drop of pre-c*m right off my tip.
I choke and splutter. She looks up at me, but she doesn’t release my c**k from her grasp.
“I want to take you in my mouth,” she whispers like she’s in a fever dream.
“You don’t have to.”
She frowns. “I know that,” she says. “I want to.”
Then, without waiting for my answer, she sinks to her knees and slips the head of my c**k between her sweet lips.
It’s a miracle I don’t explode in the first f*****g second. She stays at my head, lapping her tongue over and under, before licking around my shaft. My vision blurs and distorts. I have to reach out to plant my pa
