Her mouth.

You have yet to see how capable her tongue is. Moreover, it has only been you doing the tasting so far, so it's about time she also has a sample.

"Sit..." you order. It only takes a glance at her lips to make a decision, yet just this word alone drains you of your strength.

Your erection has now swelled to a painful point, alarming you. You need to release that pressure as soon as possible.

Nothing seems to escape her eyes. That knowing smile returns before she takes a step back, pulling you along. Plucking her dress, she takes a seat in an elegant manner, only to act like a slut seconds later. She sticks her tongue out and opens her mouth in an inviting way.

You cross the rest of the distance to her mouth in a rush and yank your dick out. Free of constraints, it twitches and swings like a cat stretching on a fence. Then, you grab the back of her head and thrust your hip.

While your dick disappears into her mouth, holding back your moans becomes impossible. Her lips slide down the shaft as the glans brushes against her tongue, spreading a perverse heat all the way to your belly.

Pulling back your saliva-covered dick, you feel a relieving chill tingling every exposed part of it. But this is only momentary. The need to fuck her throat, not quite.

Your hip pushes out once again as you try to **** her mouth down your dick. You try hard to pull her by the back of her head, but she is resisting. Despite being so playful with her tongue, poking and rubbing the top and under, she wouldn't let you speed up.

Eventually, your dick goes down her throat, but her resistance makes it slow and frustrating. It craves more than she offers. You push harder, feeling her wet muscles contracting around your meat, until your belly knocks her hat off, but this only adds to your frustrations.

You repeatedly muster out, "Faster... Faster..."

However, she giggles with a mouthful and shakes her head as if your suffering is not her problem. Wrapping her arms around you, she continues vibrating her throat, knowing exactly when to stop, even caressing your testicles with a lip at times. She wouldn't let you move anymore, no matter how hard you try.

You're constantly on the edge. Your limbs shake and your head feels light. You're drolling at the thought of releasing all this pent-up frustration, but her embrace wouldn't even let you hump her.

In fact, her green stare seems to expect something from you. It meets your eyes with an undisguised taunt, her cheeks also raising accordingly to mock and laugh at you, as if to tell you, "You want me so dearly and you need me more than anything. Yet, what can you do about it?"