The tip of his fleshy penis was hot; it felt like a furnace the closer she leaned toward it.
"You're a big boy." She giggled and then moved her mouth over to it slowly. She made sure to keep eye contact with him.
"I need to taste you," she said before she showered kisses on the soft tip.
"Slurp, chumu, nchuu ♥ Slurp, Slurp chupa, Slurp chuu chuu ♥"
Even now, just pressing her lips against the tip of his penis gives her irresistible pleasure. His erection is firm and stiff, and she can feel its secretions as his moist pre-cum stains her lips. She gives his penis a long lick from the base to the tip, making it wetter with her saliva. He is poking and prodding, searching for entry.
Inerva, who shows off her natural masochistic nature, didn't stop at just kissing him, and before she knew it, she was running her tongue around Otis's body, licking and sucking his neck with abandon.
"Holy shit," Otis thought to himself, "this is so fucking hot."
