My hand moved to the stalk, the fingers finding the firm flesh curiously comforting. As long as I was responding there was no reason to fight against the comfort. It might get me through this painful hour with less pain. The blood beneath the surface of his skin beat strong in his veins, and using my hand I jerked the loose skin front to back in time with that natural rhythm. Soon slippery from his wetness brewing at the opening, his p***s head returned to my mouth where I lapped, willing to taste the man’s juices.
I would have brought him to a climax this way, satisfied that I fulfilled his desire with so little pain to myself, but Luther wasn’t finished with me.
“You have a skilled tongue, just as I predicted,” he said as he withdrew from my mouth and dropped to his knees. “Let’s
