He looked down into those dazzling green eyes. “O-Oh, lieben, y-you want it.. s-so badl-“ his sentence was cut off by a loud cry of bliss as he emptied a massive load down her throat, having to lean back against the dresser behind him for stability.
He let out a chorus of loud, needy cries as he watched, almost helplessly as his cock disappeared again and again down her throat. Was he powerless? Far from it. But when it came to her, he did anything, or let her do anything, that she liked.
His brow was knit tight, his eyes pleading. For her to stop? To never stop? Hard to tell. But there was something about her ability to turn this man, this stone wall of normally intimidating muscle, into a whimpering pup that made her ache furiously.
She could feel herself dripping, her clit and inner walls aching for attention. But she didn't stop. He needed to be emptied and by God she was going to do all she could to do it.