Joanna hesitated for a second before she reached for him, her hands trembling slightly.
She wasn't sure what she was doing but she wasn't thinking. Miguel took a sharp intake of breath as she palmed him, her soft hand reaching around.
He wanted to pull tighter at her hair and pull her closer to him to where he wanted her to be. But for some reason, he left her, loosening his grip on her hair but still keeping his hand there.
Joanna was holding her breath, her heart pounding loudly in her head as she took him in her hands.
He was rock hard, his veins protruding out. She leaned down slowly, reaching out with her tongue for a taste.
Miguel groaned loudly as he felt her wet pink tongue. The salt taste burned in Joanna's mouth as she leaned in closer, taking him in.
