I released my cock from my pants, and the moment it was free, it sprang out as if it had been waiting for permission this entire time.
It was hard—solid, almost painfully so—and there was no mistaking it. This wasn't something that was going to calm down with a few deep breaths or wishful thinking. There was a tension coiled into it, a heat that refused to settle, and it was obvious that it wanted attention. No, needed it.
It needed to be pleasured.
As soon as my cock was fully exposed, she didn't hesitate. Her lips moved in right away, sealing themselves around the tip, carefully pressing against the condom already positioned there. The contact alone sent a sharp jolt through me. Without using her hands, she began rolling the condom down with her mouth, inch by inch, her lips stretching just enough to guide it along my length.
She was slow about it. Intentionally so.
