All About That Suction

Athena Anderson drops to her knees and grabs Mick Blue by the root. Her lips seal tight around him. She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing. He feels the pull in his gut. She works her tongue along the underside, wet and relentless. Slow at first, then quicker, a rhythm that makes his thighs twitch. Each time she pulls back her mouth makes that tight wet pop, like she won’t let go without a fight. Her hand twists in time with the strokes. Spit runs down his shaft and drips off her fingers. Mick watches the top of her head bob, breath punched out of him. She swallows him deeper, gagging once, then again. Doesn’t pull off, just adjusts the angle and keeps going. Sweat beads on his stomach. His fingers knot in her hair. The suction’s almost brutal, like she’s daring him to break first. And she doesn’t ease up. Not for a second.