822 You Can Take Me

With a racing heart, Long Jinjing allowed Lu Zihao to position her head until her lips touched the tip of his hard length.

"Open your mouth," he said.

She did and he slid inside with a groan. His hand tightened around her hair and guided her head up and down his length. Slowly at first, but each time her head dipped down, he pushed just a little deeper. She didn't notice this until the tip of his length finally bumped against her throat.

When that happened, she panicked a little and attempted to back away but he kept a firm hold of her head to prevent her from escaping. 

"Relax," he murmured in a rather soothing tone. "You're fine."

His other hand reached down and played with her breasts, flicking and pinching her nipples until she began to moan. Since he was pleasuring her, it was only fair that she also pleasured him.