“Tell me what you want more of,” she cooed as she leaned in closer. The light from the streetlight outside caught her face and illuminated her mouth; wet and lush, calling silently to me.
“I want …” My words were hushed as she licked her lips and dragged her tongue up my thigh.
“I want …”
“Hmmmmm? This? More of this?” Her voice was soft and sing-song, teasing, cruel in the most desirable way.
“Tell me.” she whispered, her breath was hot against my cock and I swallowed hard, watching the way she slid my cock head along her lips, feeling it and seeing it simultaneously, unable to look away.
“Just more,” I was breathless and transfixed, finally exhaling with a whimper as her lips closed around my shaft and the warmth of her mouth bathed by aching cock.
“Yes, like that.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and I saw her smile before her face moved back into the shadows.