I'm wishing you would stop talking and stop touching my hair. Every time you groan I know I'm doing the right thing, and your beginning to pant. Pulling the top of my dress down, I flinch when you grope at me, it interrupts me as I shuffle my knees backwards so you cant quite reach anymore, but pulling away means I'm taking you deeper into my mouth, right to the back of my throat as I move my neck forward.
It will be better for me anyway if you do try to come in my mouth, I wont have to taste it. Not like I just did with the precum.
I feel sick to my stomachie thinking about what will happen if I dont pull away in time. I never did really like swallowing and I especially dont want yours! Still, I press my tongue firmer and suck a little faster, almost like giving your cock a french kiss the way my lips move.
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