[ A slight sting runs across her scalp with each pull on the strands he's gathered, but as he had in spanking her, he finds the right blend of pleasure-pain without ever coming close to exceeding her threshold for the latter. By the third tug, she nearly purrs against his cock in approval, little hums that vibrate against the throbbing vein beneath the glide of her tongue.
It's nice, yes, but what amplifies her enjoyment is the blatant appreciation in that action. The desperation inherent in guiding her closer, pulling at her as though he can't get enough of her. Good, he says, and she almost preens with his flattery. She has to be doing something very, very right to inspire that reaction. Inspired, she guides the head of his cock around her lips for another moment — nothing more than a tease before they part and she takes him into the heat of her mouth.
With a flick of her tongue against his slit, tasting the tangy salt of his precum with it, she hollows out her cheeks and sinks onto his length further. Further, and further — until he hits the back of her throat and she gags with it, having to ease off now that she's found her limit. With a harsh, gasping inhale, she pulls off of him — and wastes little time in sliding her lips back down, swirling her tongue around his erection. She has to pause in the sloppy rhythm she's set, gripping him tighter at the base, in order to peer up at him. Wide-eyed, doe-eyed, and drinking in the flavor of his reactions to her. ]
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It's nice, yes, but what amplifies her enjoyment is the blatant appreciation in that action. The desperation inherent in guiding her closer, pulling at her as though he can't get enough of her. Good, he says, and she almost preens with his flattery. She has to be doing something very, very right to inspire that reaction. Inspired, she guides the head of his cock around her lips for another moment — nothing more than a tease before they part and she takes him into the heat of her mouth.
With a flick of her tongue against his slit, tasting the tangy salt of his precum with it, she hollows out her cheeks and sinks onto his length further. Further, and further — until he hits the back of her throat and she gags with it, having to ease off now that she's found her limit. With a harsh, gasping inhale, she pulls off of him — and wastes little time in sliding her lips back down, swirling her tongue around his erection. She has to pause in the sloppy rhythm she's set, gripping him tighter at the base, in order to peer up at him. Wide-eyed, doe-eyed, and drinking in the flavor of his reactions to her. ]