Eleanor's eyes remained on his. Julian's hand found the back of her head as his fingers tangled in her hair and he guided her down his cock, feeling the softness of her lips and the wetness of her tongue. It was a erotic combination of dominance and taboo that had Eleanor's heart racing and her pussy growing wetter by the second.
As she took him deeper the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, Julian felt his control slip just a fraction. The sensation of her warm mouth surrounding him, her tongue playing along the underside of his cock was almost too much to handle. He groaned as his hips instinctively thrusted forward pushing her to take more of him.