his hands press firmly against my shoulders, laying me down on the bed where he wants me to be; and an exultant freedom accompanies the submission. Adrenaline and endorphins pump through my bloodstream and moisten my cooch. Starting to breathe heavily, he lifts his cock to my mouth and I open wide.
*His dick is fine,* I observe, like it was carved by some sweet sculptor. As his head presses against my lips I remember to breathe through my nose, and my hand goes to my pussy. *He’s so hard,* I think as he presses past my lips against my tongue.
My other hand reaches for his hip, pulling him closer. Satisfied grunts escape him as he presses himself down my throat, and I swoon with the loss of control. I want it as badly as my body wants to breathe, and the terrific tension brings me closer to orgasm as he thrusts in, and out.
When he pulls out I draw in a deep breath, a smile playing on my lips at his lingering taste. “Good *girl,”* he whispers, and I grin wider as he suddenly grabs my head, pressing himself back down my throat. Reflexively I gag, and when he tries to pull away I grab him by the waist, forcing his pelvis against my cheeks.