C32 The Taste of Desire

“Oh, fuck, Doe,” he hissed as I wrapped my lips around his big shaft and swirled my tongue around the head. His entire tip was crammed in my mouth, filling me up so much that I had the urge to gag.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” he said as he slid his big hands into my hair.

“Just relax that mouth. Ease your jaw and take me in deeper. You can do it.”

I opened my mouth a little more