Twisted Passions #11: Lamoyne Hotel 5

She wraps her fingers around the thick head of my cock like she owns the damn thing, giving it a slow squeeze that sends a shock right down to my toes. Then she goes to town, her hot little mouth working the length of me with zero hesitation. Her tongue flicks at the sensitive underside, flicking and stroking until I’m biting back curses. It feels so good my hips buck on their own, but she pins me back with her other hand, taking more of me, until the head’s nudging the back of her throat. Every slurp, every scrape of teeth is just enough to light every nerve. She pulls off, lips shiny, shooting me that cocky little grin before she goes back down. She’s relentless. I figure if she keeps this up, I’m not gonna last five minutes—and she knows it, the little minx.