Push pull


The fist in her hair nearly drew a gasp from her, but instead used the urge to open her mouth wide. He tightened his grip signaling to open wider. 

Her ears picked up the scrape of metal and the rustle of fabric. Something wet painted her bottom lip and she lapped at it. There was no stifling her moan at the taste of it on her tongue and his growl shivered down every nerve. 

Her tongue formed a cup for his cock as it slid in. She held still as he gave a shallow thrust. On his next thrust, he moved to the back of her throat and she sealed her lips around him. 

His moan of pleasure was everything. It made her pussy wet to hear him vocalize and she doubled her efforts to have him spill on her tongue. 

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