"That's what I thought," she hissed, before dropping to her knees with a thud, her skirt riding up, revealing her soaked panties—dark, sticky, the fabric clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin.
Her hands grabbed my hips, her nails digging into my flesh, and before I could react, her tongue lashed out, flat and hot, dragging up the underside of my cock—slow, deliberate, her saliva coating my shaft in a glossy sheen.
"Mmm…" she moaned, her breath hot against my balls, "You taste like desperation, Jack."
Then—
Her mouth closed around my left ball, her tongue swirling, flicking, pressing against the sensitive skin before she sucked—hard.
"FUCK!" I roared, my hips jerking, but her fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as she moved to the other, her lips stretching around the heavy weight, her tongue slithering over the wrinkled skin, her teeth grazing just enough to make my toes curl.
