Page 242 of Mountain Grump

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Tilda

My clit throbsas Ethan uses his hold on my hair to pull my face closer.

To shove his dick deeper.

I let go of the base of his dick and brace both my hands on his thighs.

“Breathe through your nose, Firecracker.”

He bumps into the back of my throat.

He drags my head back.

Then he pulls me forward again.

“Fuck.” He repeats the motion. “Relax, Matilda.” Back, then forward. “Relax your throat.”

His words are quiet. And his groans are restrained.

But his body is tense. And his cock is so hard.

It’s hot and throbbing, and it feels so good in my mouth.

Ethan keeps going. And I keep trying to fit him.

Keep trying to take him.

Every time he hits resistance, I feel it in my core.

Every time my throat constricts, I feel it in my clit.

And when he groans again, I can’t take it anymore.

I inhale through my nose, and I drop my hand from his thigh.

I let him use me, use my hair to control me, as I slip my hand under my skirt.

Planning for a sexy scenario, I’m only wearing a thong under my dress.

Panties that are easy to push aside.

I moan around Ethan’s cock as my fingers glide through my already soaked slit.

My eyes roll back when I drag my finger up over my clit.

Gods.

The more I touch myself, the more my throat relaxes.

I keep going.

Keep rubbing.

I feel myself start to tremble.

Everything is so sensitive.

“Firecracker, I’m close,” Ethan grunts.

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