He lies back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, his naked body sprawled languidly toward her. Her tongue is warm, almost hot, as it circles around and flicks his right nipple. She works her tongue down his chest in asymmetrical little jags, lapping and nuzzling and stroking.
When she reaches his cock, she lifts her head for a moment and works her throat, producing saliva, before sliding his cock in her mouth, fast, decisive, until his balls hang off her lower lip like a lip ring.
His whole lower body clenches like a fist, and he grabs her hair and pulls her back up face to face with him so he doesn’t cum too quick. She licks little circles into his shoulder and up his neck, then tilts her mouth in toward his.
“I’d rather not,” he says, placing a firm hand on her ribs to separate their torsos. “It seems kind of unsanitary now.”
