Summer's tongue dragged up his shaft, from base to tip in one slow, sloppy stroke, her lips leaving a glistening trail behind.
Her movements were clumsy, unpracticed, but eager, her breath huffing hot against his skin as she lapped at him like something starved.
Drool dripped from her chin and onto his balls as she leaned in again, nose bumping against his throbbing cock.
"Mn~—" Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, catching another thick string of pre-cum—slrrk~—before she pressed messy, open-mouthed kisses along the underside.
Don's fingers tangled deeper into Summer's hair, gripping tight as she worked her tongue along his cock—slrrk~—his hips twitching forward with a low groan. "Fuck, yeah… just like that," he gritted out, thumb rubbing circles against her scalp.
