Let her continue

"Yes," you managed to **** out, your heart pounding like a drum in your ears. You watched as Kirsten's fingers deftly popped open the button on your jeans before slowly lowering the zipper. She looked up at you, seeking permission or perhaps encouragement.

You gave her both with a small smile and a nod. Her hands pushed past the fabric, sliding inside your boxers until they found their target - you gasped sharply when her cool fingertips wrapped around your hot, hard length.

She started slow, stroking you softly while maintaining eye contact. Your breath hitched as pleasure coursed through you, making it difficult to think straight. But then she leaned forward slightly, sticking out her tongue to lick away the bead of moisture forming at your tip.

Your hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden sensation, and Kirsten smirked confidently. "Someone likes that," she whispered before taking more of you into her mouth.

Her mouth felt amazing - warm, wet, and inviting. As she took more of you in, her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of your cock, sending shivers down your spine. She swirled it around, exploring every inch of you as if trying to memorize your taste and feel.

The friction combined with the soft suction from her cheeks had you gripping her hair tightly, unable to stay still any longer. You started thrusting slowly into her mouth, careful not to **** her but **** for more contact nonetheless.

Kirsten seemed unfazed by this change in pace; instead, she moaned softly around you, vibrating your length deliciously. Her hand continued working in tandem with her lips and tongue, twisting slightly at the base before moving up to meet them again.

You could feel the heat building deep within you, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. Every movement of Kirsten's mouth brought you closer to release, each wave of pleasure pushing you further towards the edge.