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My hand roams up her body, stilling, resting between her twin mounds. I can feel the curve of them under my palm and have to fight myself to focus.

We won’t be here for much longer. I have limited time.

Later,I tell myself.

Charlotte gasps as my hand curls around the front of her neck, my grip strong. The noise fuels my arousal past a point that I thought was even possible, and something in me snaps.

It’s not the darkness that I’m used to, and it’s not the part of me that decides if someone lives or dies. No, this is something else entirely.

I pull her toward me slowly until her lips brush mine over the mask. Charlotte’s hands fall forward, planting on my thigh to brace her.

As if I would let her fall.

“Behave,” I warn, the deepness of the voice modulator adding an extra layer to the unspoken threat.

This time, I feel as she swallows, and the sensation causes images of her swallowing my essence to flood my mind.

My nose nudges hers as I move my hand to the back of her neck.

Charlotte doesn’t fight me. Her body folds over until her head is in my lap, inches above where I need her.

Nothing happens for a brief second, so I shake her neck slightly.

Just as I am thinking of what to say, I feel it.

Wet and warm, she swipes her tongue out to lick the liquid beads off my cock. The sensation is like nothing I have ever felt before.

Charlotte does it again and again.

I stare at the back of her head as her tongue roams over me. It trails down my length and over my fingers that still hold it.

Her hot breath hits my fingertips at the same time as her tongue. And then she sucks one, drawing a digit into her mouth.

I jump in my seat, startled.

What the fuck was that?

In my shock, I released my cock. It sways before the weight causes it to drop and hit my stomach with a loud smack.

Charlotte chuckles, and the vibrations of it run up my arm.

A quick slap to her ass brings her back to focus.

Her hand wraps around me first, her fingers not able to touch, and then her lips are on me, swallowing me down.

Fuck!

A groan rips out of me, my head falling back when I can no longer hold it up. It’s everything I thought it would be and more.

If it feels this good to be in her mouth, what will it be like to be buried inside her pussy?

I need her to suck harder, to go deeper. These desires make me fist her hair and push her down.

Gagging noises only spur me on. Turn me on more.

I bring her up for air for a second, and then she’s choking again.

The feel of her tight throat swallowing me down is fucking heaven.