CHAPTER 31: MOVING IN

NATASHA

If a lion is offered meat, it bites. But since I'm only a part-time predator, I can only suck.

"Fuck..." Mike groaned as I took him inside my mouth.

The taste of his saltiness mixed with the scent of soap made him incredibly delicious. I had never done this before, but I had learned from watching mature videos on the internet.

I never anticipated that it would feel this amazing pleasuring someone.

His impressive size stretched my mouth. He was so big that I couldn't take all of him. I had to use my hands to give him the desired thrust.

One of his hands rested above my head, guiding the rhythm of my movements. He wanted it slow, but I wanted him more.

"Fuck, Natasha," he moaned.

When I lifted my gaze, I saw him looking at me with his droopy eyes. Mouth parted, chest heaving. He seemed to be experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure. Pain that he likes.

Releasing his rod, I shifted my focus to his soft and sensitive balls.

Mike hissed from the sensation.

I was being careful, not w