Gezza was still standing an hour later and his length ached, as Elena had him at her mercy.
Her hand went back and forth, her warm lips and tongue sucking his tip causing jolts of pleasure throughout him.
His breath was ragged, as he leaned back against the headboard of the motel, the wood with deeper thuds. "This is amazing,"
Yes, Elena murmured, a vibration in his length between her mouth, her brown eyes glittered with the illusion of the Playbook and she believed she saw him as her ideal man-rugged, commanding.
His body jerked; Gezza arched himself slightly, his back hard against the headboard. You are... doing good, he stammered, and he felt good himself.
Elena stopped her stroking, her thumb kneeling deep into the root of his tip, rubbing at it carefully. Argh, yes, Gezza began to grunt, his hips twitching.
She grinned, I know your weak spot, I know, and her tongue touched his tip, already red after rubbing, and the pleasure was greater than the pain.
