My Table Henry moaned loudly, once hand clawing a cushion, the other entangled gently in Vicki’s hair, urging her on. The PI in question would have smiled had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. She scraped her teeth gently along his length, revelling in the gasp of her name.
Vicki was in her element… in control. Moving her mouth faster, she felt him deep in her throat. He was close, Vicki could hear the growls he was emitting and felt the hand tightening in her hair.
With a roar of her name he flooded her mouth and she swallowed everything he gave.