Chapter 33

Then it got better. Content with the rhythm and tempo she had established, Tanya began sucking on Flynn’s ripe cock. It was harder than it had ever been, perhaps even harder than the fake one inside him. He panted with short, high-pitched sighs and deep gasps, his failed attempt at continuing his relaxing breathing pattern. “Ohhh God…” he moaned. “Fuck. Fuuuck. T-Tony!” It took a few seconds to register what he had said, but the fact that Tanya had halted, both with her mouth and with the toy, brought the last few minutes into focus.

“Did…did you just…” Tanya blinked with incredulous excitement. “Did you call me ‘Tony’?”

“I…think I…might have…” Flynn panted.

Tanya threw herself on him and kissed him. He was getting used to tasting himself on her lips, and the more he did the more he liked it. “Have I mentioned recently how I think you’re wonderful?” Tanya asked, pressing her mouth back to his before he could reply.