After a few moments of her delightful torture, Vivi pulled back. “Teach me,” she plead him. “Show me how to do for you what you did for me.”

He was dumbfounded by her request. It was as though his fantasies and his reality were becoming one.

When he didn’t respond, Vivi reached up and took his hand, then guided it to the back of her head. “Please, Tucker. I want to learn.” Her eyes glimmered with desire in the faint moonlight coming in from the windows.

Then he was lost. “Open for me,” he said, not entirely believing it was happening. She took his head inside again, and he pressed her forward, one blissful inch at a time. When she tongued the underside of his cock again, he threw his head back and groaned, then fisted his hand in her thick, curly hair.

When he began to withdraw, Tucker moved his free hand to toy with Vivi’s breasts. Each time he thrust back into her mouth, he tweaked a tit, pushing himself just a little deeper than before. When he withdrew, he soothed her bosoms, rubbing with the flat of his palm and putting pressure on her receptive mounds. After a few stabs, she was moaning deep in her throat with each motion. The vibrations around his cock were nearly enough to have him spending himself in her sweet mouth.

Once he’d worked her into a state of need again, she opened wider for him. His prick was nearly hitting the back of her throat and his ballocks were nearly to her lips, and still she bobbed over him like she loved every moment of it.

Why on earth had he held himself back all these months? Christ, she was a shameless little vixen. After a few minutes, she was working him like an experienced courtesan. She took his full length into her mouth, sucking as though his cock could somehow provide her with air.

He pulled out, thinking to fuck her properly before he lost all control, but she sucked one of his gooseberries into her mouth and swirled it with his tongue, and he nearly saw stars. Tucker took her head in both his hands, directing her attentions to just where he wanted them.