Iris: Bed chem

MY THROAT is about to rip. Lucas has me choking, pumping inside my mouth faster in a more desperate motion than before.

He tried holding himself in, but when I thrust him deeper into my mouth, he couldn't help but swerve his hips. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he tilts his head, licking his lips as low deep breaths escape his slightly parted lips.

"Iris!"

I grab a fistful of his balls, playing with them and he groans louder, sitting himself closer to my head. Placing my palm on his elbow, I push him back to the sofa, pulling him out of my mouth before licking and sucking the tip of his dick.

"Baby," his voice comes out hoarse, desperate and demanding. I take a peek at him, a mess of pleasure he is. He is grabbing a fistful of his hair whilst pulling mine into a ponytail, muscles flinching every time I go down on him.