Our Secret - Episode 4

She pushed him back against the wall and dropped to her knees. Her tongue slid up the underside of his cock, slow and wet, tasting salt. She took him deep, lips tight around the shaft, cheeks hollowed. He gripped her hair and pulled her closer until her nose brushed his stomach. Her throat fluttered around the head. Spit ran down her chin. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva stretching between her lips and his glistening skin. Her hand pumped the base while her tongue circled the head, flicking the slit, catching every drop. He groaned above her. She looked up through wet lashes and swallowed him again, harder this time, fucking her own throat with steady rhythm until tears streaked her cheeks and her mascara ran. Her free hand disappeared between her thighs, fingers working fast, knuckles glistening. Every moan she made vibrated straight through his cock. He thrust once, twice, and came hard down her throat. She swallowed every pulse, lips still sealed around him, then licked him clean with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.