π Gwen Tennyson π Ben 10 π 270+ Images in Download-Link
Added 2025-05-13 17:00:04 +0000 UTCI donβt do this because I have to.
I do it because I need to.
Because I crave the way he tastes, the way he breathes my name when I take him deep, the way his body reacts when I wrap my lips around him like itβs my only purpose.
I drop to my knees without hesitation, my hands already moving to unbuckle his belt β slow, teasing, with just enough bite in my smile to make him twitch in anticipation. He leans back against the couch, watching me, letting me take controlβ¦ just for now.
I love this part.
The wait.
The way he grows heavy in my hand, warm and ready, knowing exactly whatβs coming next.
I press a kiss to his tip β slow, soft β then trail my tongue down the length of him, watching his breath hitch. My hands steady his hips as I take him into my mouth, letting the stretch of it pull a moan from my throat. My lips glide down inch by inch until I feel the fullness of him hit the back of my throat.
God, I love that feeling.
I close my eyes, moaning softly as I suck him deep, letting drool slip down my chin, letting my mascara smear just a little β all of it for him. I bob my head slowly, dragging my tongue on the way up, then sinking back down, holding him there as long as I can.
He groans my name, one hand tangling in my hair.
"You're perfect like this," he says, voice low and rough.
I hum around him, loving the way it makes him curse under his breath.
I look up at him β eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, mouth full β and see it: that crack in his control. That edge. That tipping point where heβs seconds away from losing it and Iβm the reason why.
So I go faster.
Deeper.
Sloppier.
I want him to feel everything β the warmth of my mouth, the suction of my lips, the way my throat squeezes when he gets too deep. I want to be the reason he forgets to breathe.
When he finally lets go, I feel it in every part of my body β the shudder in his thighs, the grip in my hair, the low, broken groan that leaves his lips. I swallow him down, licking him clean, still moaning, still greedy, still glowing from knowing I just wrecked him with nothing but my mouth.
I pull back, licking my lips, looking up at him with a satisfied, wicked smile.
βSee?β I whisper. βTold you I missed the taste of you.β
Comments
π₯π₯π₯π₯΅The POV-ness is perfect here, and as a result it's intimate AF!πβ¨πIncredible work!πͺ I will say, however, that no mattter how hot the BJ was, I could have done with it being maybe half as long, and would have given my left nut to be able to properly rail her, too.ππ
ghostbeetle
2025-05-13 17:54:44 +0000 UTC
