[It's hard not to get swept up in his reactions. She'd meant to linger over him, to take her time teasing and nibbling at him, to lick and suck little bits of him until he begged her for more...but he groans her name and his hands stroke through her hair. She feels him reacting beneath her and Bryn wants to drive him higher.
Her movements grow more certain, less tentative. There's no roughness, no undue speed, but she grasps the base of him with one hand as the other cups him from below. Her hands squeeze and massage him as her mouth covers his cock and begins to rise and fall over it. She keeps her lips sealed tight around his shaft and lets her tongue swirl over the head of him with groans of her own, mimicking the rhythm they find together all too often.
Her cheeks cave in gently as she sucks at him, head bobbing over the thick length of his cock, eyes closing for the moment as she focuses on using every trick she knows to drag every last sound and movement out of him.]
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Her movements grow more certain, less tentative. There's no roughness, no undue speed, but she grasps the base of him with one hand as the other cups him from below. Her hands squeeze and massage him as her mouth covers his cock and begins to rise and fall over it. She keeps her lips sealed tight around his shaft and lets her tongue swirl over the head of him with groans of her own, mimicking the rhythm they find together all too often.
Her cheeks cave in gently as she sucks at him, head bobbing over the thick length of his cock, eyes closing for the moment as she focuses on using every trick she knows to drag every last sound and movement out of him.]