Nevie
I could hear Bridgette on the other end of the phone as I worked my tongue over the slit of his d**k. Tasting the salty tang of his pre-c*m. His d**k twitched and I brought my hand to the base of his shaft, tracing my fingers along the thick vein underneath it. I wanted him to moan out for me, to let Bridgette know who he belonged to. Who was making him feel like this.
Laving my tongue along the path my fingers trailed, I took his d**k into my fist, stroking him up and down. His hips worked in a gentle rhythm, and I knew that if I looked up at him, he’d be biting his lower lip. Eyes closed as he tried to stay silent. Talon’s hand moved over my ass, gripping and pulling at my buttocks. I bucked my hips, and he let out a breathy sound that would have made me smile if his c**k wasn’t
