That’s A Good Girl

The musky scent of him Spicy aftershave, fresh cotton shirts Engulf her as her tongue trails Over his bulbous tip Gripping the arms of his seat 'Til knuckles turn white Legs stiffen solid under her hands As she takes him whole Each slow, meaningful stroke Tongue running, circling swollen crown Each shaking, rumbling growl A …

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