Deep

Laina

When I was hovering over his lap, Mason gathered my hair up off my face. His fingertips pressed into the back of my neck, urging me down, and I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft. His grip in my hair tightened. I went to my knees in the driver’s seat and angled toward him as I wet my lips with my tongue. Ever so slowly, I took him in my mouth, sealed my lips over his cock, and worked my way all the way down his length until I couldn’t fit any more.

“Fuck,” Mason grated above me.

I liked the sound of his pleasure. His breathing quickened almost immediately, and he relaxed into the seat as I began working my mouth up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue over his velvet soft tip whenever I rose to the top.

It wasn’t long before Mason was running a hand down my spine. He gathered the skirt of my dress up over my hips and let the fabric gather around my waist, exposing my bare ass. If the windows weren’t tinted and somebody wer