Sunny’s mind was consumed by one singular thought: her boyfriend’s cock. She couldn’t get enough of it, the taste, the feel, the power it gave her to bring him pleasure. It was an obsession, but one she reveled in.
As soon as Jack walked in the door, Sunny was on him, her hands already working to unzip his pants. “I need it,” she panted, her eyes glazed with lust. Jack chuckled, knowing exactly what she craved. He freed his hardening member, and Sunny immediately took it into her warm, wet mouth.
Her tongue danced along the shaft, teasing the sensitive underside, before she engulfed the head, sucking hard. Jack groaned, his hands tangling in Sunny’s hair as she worked him over. She loved the way he tasted, the way he throbbed in her mouth, and the look of pure bliss on his face.
Sunny took him deep, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. But she wouldn’t stop, not until Jack was fully spent and satisfied. Only then would she break the seal, licking her lips clean of his essence. It was a ritual, a sacred act that bound them together in a dance of desire and devotion.