She took him deep into her throat, relaxing her muscles, taking him all the way. Neil felt the back of her throat around the head of his cock, and it was almost too much. He was getting close to the edge already, his balls tightening, his breathing becoming irregular.
But Cynthia seemed to sense this, because she pulled back, releasing him from her mouth. There was a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock for just a moment before it broke.
"Not yet," she said with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want you inside me when you come. I want to feel you filling me up from inside."
She positioned herself over his cock and sank down onto it slowly, taking him fully in one smooth motion. Both of them groaned as she settled onto him, fully sheathed, his cock buried deep inside her warmth. The feeling of being inside her never got old, never lost its intensity.
