She pulled my underwear down slowly, revealing my throbbing, rock-hard cock, her eyes wide with pure lust. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip, then swirling around the head, her thoughts a complete mess of vulgarity and addiction.
[Oh god… it tastes so fucking good… salty… musky… manly… I want to swallow it… to feel it in my throat… to gag on it until I'm choking…]
[My husband's cock… tastes like nothing… this tastes like power… I want to worship it… kiss the head… suck every vein…]
She took me into her mouth, her soft, warm lips wrapping tightly around the head, her tongue swirling expertly as she bobbed her head up and down, her other hand still rubbing her clit against my leg, her body trembling with the effort and pleasure.
[Oh fuck… it's so thick… I can barely fit it… it's stretching my mouth so good…]
[My husband could never… but Young Master… oh god… he fills my mouth… I can feel it against the back of my throat…]
