“You’re not even close to done,” Sheldon said. He took his wet fingers back and pressed them to his own mouth, mimicking a kiss. He stepped closer to the bed and offered his c**k to her, which she took without waiting, without direction. Her first few attempts were constrained by his girth, but she soon found her rhythm. She spat into her hand and used it at the base of his c**k. She continued to use her hand and mouth to work Sheldon over. He placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her through small touches and moans. She was so consumed by his desire and his taste she almost forgot that she was getting pleasure beyond her wildest imagination from Curtis.
It wasn’t long before Savannah’s thighs shuddered involuntarily. “Oh,” she cried out. She hummed around Sheldon’s d**k. “Oh
