Devouring her and she moans. I grip her waist to keep her still my nails digging into her slightly. Xnx She stops when it hits the back of her throat, and she starts to pull back again with equal slowness and repeats the process going a little further each time til she has about ¾ of me down her throat. So far in this little staring contest between me and my phone, the phone is winning; trying to get the courage to text a girl to ask her out is harder than facing a horde of daemons. I look at her go, admiring the way her hips sway and how her hair swirls to emphasize them. “I know that sir but I got up late from…” he cuts me off again. I pull back onto her hair.




















