[As soon as he was settled back against the headboard, she had him in her mouth. She loved, loved getting Sam in her mouth when he was soft. She could take him in so much deeper than when he was hard. She moaned and whimpered shamelessly around his cock, sucking rhythmically and working her tongue against him. Everything he was saying was turning her on more.]

[Her eyes snapped up to meet his when he mentioned sitting somewhere teasing her and not letting her touch herself. She groaned again, squirming against the bed, letting the friction take a little of the edge off. She pulled back off him, licking around the head of his cock eagerly. She paused to take a breath.] I want all that, Sammy. All of it. Make me scream. Make me beg. Tie me to your bed and take complete fucking control over my body.

[She made a needy, desperate sound when she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard. She took him in deep again and just swallowed around him in a sort of milking motion.]