Romi wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the size of him. Maybe she didn’t ever want to. The satisfying stretch as the fat head of his cock slid slick across her tongue. The taste of sweet skin and fresh salt. The smell of his soap, clean and bright and the slight, heady musk of him underneath. Stronger as he eased his way inside her throat until her nose was nestled against the soft little tuft of hair at the base of his big dick. She would never tire of this: being tied up, turned on, full.

She swallowed around him, and he groaned. The sort of groan that made her whimper in return and rub her thighs together, seeking friction she knew she wouldn’t get.

“Romi—Bleep, your mouth.”

It was her turn to smile. As much as she could anyway, with him stretching her jaw open. This act, fucking him with her mouth or the other way around—it was the closest that she would ever get to satisfy her greed for him, her desire to have all of him, consume him, eat him whole......read more