Her tongue is soft. Wet. Curious.
She's learning me.
Mapping every inch.
Finding what makes me groan. What makes my hips jerk. What makes my grip on her hair turn painful.
She licks lower.
Her tongue drags over my balls.
"Fuck."
The word explodes out of me.
Marina's eyes stay locked on mine.
She licks me again. Slower this time. Like she's savoring it.
I'm going to die.
Right here on this couch.
This woman is going to kill me with her tongue.
She works her way back up. Traces the vein on the underside of my cock. Circles the head.
Her tongue flicks over the tip.
"Marina."
Her name comes out like a warning.
She doesn't heed it.
Her mouth opens.
She takes me inside.
Cristo santo.
Wet heat surrounds me.
Her lips stretch around my cock. Her tongue presses against the underside.
And she never stops looking at me.
Those eyes.
Those fucking eyes.
Watching me fall apart.
She takes me deeper.
Inch by inch.
Slow.
