Then Julie's tongue dragged over my balls, slow and wet like she was savoring me. I knew I was fucked—not just in the way my cock was already throbbing, but in the way she was about to destroy me.
She lapped at them like a starving bitch, her moans vibrating against my skin, her fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave marks. The sounds she made—sloppy, obscene—sent a jolt straight to my balls, and I couldn't stop the rough groan that tore from my throat.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, her voice muffled against my skin, her tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh before she pulled back with a filthy pop. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and feral, as she stood up in one fluid motion. "Looks like you can't wait to be inside me, can you?"
