I take his cock in my mouth.
The head first, then slowly working my way down, feeling the thick length slide across my tongue, hard and pulsing and still slightly damp from the shower.
The taste of him fills my mouth… something that's just fundamentally Bael, something I'm starting to crave without meaning to.
I take him deeper, inch by inch, until I've got almost the full length of him, my lips stretched wide, my jaw already starting to ache in that good way that tells me this is real, this is happening.
My own cock is straining hard against my pants, uncomfortably confined, and I can already feel the slick starting between my legs, my body preparing itself, opening up, getting ready even though nothing's touched me there yet.
But that's not what I want right now.
Right now I want this, I want to feel the weight of his dick heavy on my tongue, want to make him lose that infuriating control he wears like armor, want to hear what sounds he makes when he can't hold back anymore.
