Pretty Lips-III

.Song for the next two chapters: Michael Bublè— Feeling Good.

Descending down, Elise warped her small mouth over the tips of Ian's manhood. As she had thought, it was much larger that it could barely fit her mouth, and the question came in her mind whether it would fit inside her that stirred the heat on her core again.

"Careful of your teeth," Ian said in a nasal tone, his voice that had always been sexy to the ears sounded more lustful, and his voice alone could heighten the need for more in her.

Elise did as he instructed her to, bringing it deeper to her mouth, she looked up to see Ian's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes was closed as a deep hum come escape from his mouth. Elise never knew she could elicit such a blissful expression from Ian, and now she understood why he would love to see her in pleasure. There was a triumph emotion in her and delight for being able to make him feel like this— to watch his handsome face covered with desire which she caused.