Adiadne's String
Ariadne put her string on his head, making sure it wrapped around his ears. He breathed in her p***y’s smell on the tiny bit of fabric that went on top of her crotch. He could feet the wetness of the cloth with the tip of his nose.
Then she went downwards, kissing him on the naked chest all the way. When she reached his erect c**k, she jammed it all in her mouth, the tip pressing against the back of her throat.
She wrapped her lips around him and sucked with such an immense under pressure that made him cross-eyed and gasping for air.
He came within the minute, of course. Ariadne kept suckling on his tip, even as he emptied inside her mouth. The feeling was sensational.
She left him there, stoned, basking in the afterglow, behind a restaurant in Chinatown.
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