She paused for a moment, her eyes, dark and seductive, meeting his. "I… I haven't forgotten everything, Young Heart."
Then she took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, deeper, her head bobbing rhythmically, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful stroke.
The sound of her sucking, a wet, rhythmic shlick, filled the room, punctuated by his groans of pleasure.
He felt the delicious pressure building, the exquisite torment of her mouth milking him, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.
His hips bucked, a guttural moan tearing from his throat, and he exploded, a hot, thick gush of cum filling her mouth.
She took it all, swallowing with a soft gulp, then pulling away, huffing and coughing, her lips glistening with his seed.
He smiled, reaching out to wipe a stray drop of cum from her chin. "Good girl."
He then leaned in, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "Now, for that promise, my love. The one I made you."
