THE DARK MOUTH TASTE

I had no idea what Matteo wanted, aside from the fact that he wanted me to suck him off, was he going to be gentle? or was he going to fuck my mouth like the way he did the air hostess? The scary truth was that my insides craved whatever he wanted to do to me.

“Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” he said, pushing his hand between my legs. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” I looked at his eyes, looking very kind, yet again his icy blue eyes mesmerized me

"I'm not scared." The lie flowed easily out of my mouth as I finally stopped myself from looking at his beautiful face.

I was never really a fan of oral, it was too intimate—too messy. I feel it takes a particular feeling of comfortability for you to put someone's genitals in your mouth. Uncommon opinion actually—oral sex is more intimate than real sex, the look, the fact that you could trust someone enough to take their dick in your mouth, it was all too surreal.

With one hand Matteo guided me up, I looked at him with doe eyes and he was smiling