The pleasure kept climbing. Vessa tried to take a little more of me and accidentally scraped me with her teeth. The sharp edge made me flinch, but the mask hid most of my reaction. She still felt it. Her eyes flicked up to mine in quiet apology, and she immediately softened her mouth, going back to careful, gentle suction on the head.
The subtle shift in her posture showed how mortified she was behind the mask, but I didn't mind the minor sting. If anything, it heightened the raw nature of the session. Man, I wasn't a weirdo, right? Right? That little expression just… dunno. Did something to me.
