Pleasure Parlour - Episode 3

Her mouth closes around him, lips sealing tight as her tongue presses flat and slow. She draws him deeper, cheeks hollowing while her hand works the shaft she can’t reach. The wet sounds come filthy and deliberate. She knows what she’s doing, every stroke a measured promise. He watches her through half-closed eyes, breath catching when she takes him all the way, nose brushing the soft skin at the base. Her throat relaxes around him. The muscles ripple once, twice, a deliberate squeeze that makes his hips jerk. Her hand never stops stroking what she can’t swallow. She pulls back just enough to breathe, saliva stringing between her lips and the flushed head. Then she dives again, faster now, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His fingers find her hair, not pushing, just holding, anchoring himself while she sets the pace. The rhythm builds. She twists her wrist on each upstroke, tongue flicking at the crown before she sinks back down. When he starts to throb, she doesn’t pull away. She stays deep, swallowing around him until he spills, pulse after hot pulse, straight down her throat. She takes it all, then eases off with one last slow lick, eyes flicking up to meet his, satisfied.