Such an honest one. Need her. Had she imagined it again in her frustration? Such an honest one. In a moment that seemed to span eternity, her mouth stretched around his head. They were so sensitive now, it didn’t really matter what he did. The large V of his crown eased against her bottom lip, the pressure growing as he guided his cock into position. Needless to say, her areola reciprocated the attention with or without her consent. She always half-expected some hidden cruelty to worm its ugly way from the depths of his heart, but it never did. This wasn’t her imagination. The thought pierced her consciousness like a knife through warm butter. Gentle at first, soon her lips were tender as he sucked them. Something that had slipped her mind. He would learn to crave her. The entire ordeal sent a different kind of tension through her body. But would it be as good? Instead, she let her mouth open a little wider.
