She kept her hands on my thighs—fingers digging soft into the muscle, holding steady while her tongue worked magic, warm heaven licking slow every sensitive inch—under the head, along the veins, circling the ridge where it made me twitch hardest.
I let her tease—no giving it fully yet, just resting the head on her tongue, letting her swirl and lap, building it slow.
"Ahh… Heather… you're good at this," I groaned, voice rough, hips rocking subtle.
She took more—mouth sliding further down the shaft, lips stretching wide around my thickness, hands still on my thighs but inching closer to my balls, squeezing the muscle hard, making me hornier, her soft mature hands knowing exactly how to touch.
She licked it so good—then used her mouth full, sucking like it was the best lollipop she'd ever had, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing under as she bobbed slow.
Slurp… slurp… slurp—the wet sounds filled the room, her spit thick and messy, dripping down the shaft.
