Sharon's small, warm lips pressed against my rod, her mouth barely able to take it in. It was like watching a tiny bunny struggle to swallow a lollipop, but she was determined. Slowly, she stretched her mouth wide, managing to take in at least two inches.
Her eyes snapped up to look at me as if she was trying to ask if she was doing a good job.
I felt her squeez juices out of me with her mouth, like when you try to sip from a straw.
A shiver ran through me. I was unfamiliar with this sensation, yet... oddly, it felt pleasant.
"What are you doing?" I muttered.
Of course, she couldn't answer with her mouth full. She only stretched out her hand and grabbed mine before directing it to her breasts.
I could have resisted—but I didn't. I couldn't.
Given how flat her chest was, I had expected her breasts to feel rigid, almost like bone or a flat board. But when I gave her a gentle squeeze, I was stunned. Her boob was springy soft, pliable and warm.
