Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as Sophie bobbed her head, sucking intently on the sensitive cap while her hands stroked the rest of his shaft, now slick with her saliva.
"Mmm…" she hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight down his cock like a low, delicious buzz.
Stan's hand slid into her silky black hair. "Shit, Sophie… your mouth feels incredible…"
Encouraged, she took him deeper. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped more of him, tongue swirling skillfully along the underside while she stroked the base with one hand. She relaxed her throat and sank down further, taking him inch by inch until her nose pressed against his pelvis.
The tight, rippling heat of her throat squeezed and massaged his entire length, a pulsing, velvet tunnel that made his toes curl. Stan groaned loudly, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock nestled deep in the tight heat of her throat.
