"Oh—fucking gods!" Fabio bellowed breathlessly, resisting the urge to thrust into the overwhelming warmth but ultimately failing.
Giselle was on her knees, wide green eyes fixated on him and only him, her pink lips encircled around his engorged member, drenching it in her saliva. Fabio swallowed thickly as she eagerly met his hilt again and again, her hands on his thighs for stability. He was backed up against the wall opposite the bed, figuratively stuck between a rock and a hard place, but one which he didn't wish to escape—not when it soothed the unending growing ache in him.
The way her tongue swirled around the tip, not expertly, but it was enough to make him growl with want.
He pushed forward a little too hard and she recoiled with a retch, snapping him out of his reverie.
Fabio immediately pulled out, reaching for her face, "Oh-hh, I'm so–"
"It's alright," Giselle replied hoarsely. "I think I want to sit down now."
