She let her tongue dart out—a quick, wet flick across the very top that made my toes curl into the carpet. She began to swirl her tongue around the crown, gathering the beads of moisture, her hands reaching up to grip my thighs for leverage. She looked me dead in the eye, her tongue tracing the heavy vein that ran down the side, her movements slow and torturous.
"Is this what you wanted, Druski?" she whispered against my skin, her voice vibrating through me. "Is your mother doing a good job?"
She let out a low hum and suddenly took the entire head into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum of incredible heat and suction.
