May goes down on him

Elliott looked down on her. “Damn,” he started, his voice trailing off. His hand brushed through her hair, encouraging her.

As she gently pulled down his pants, she looked up again, her eyes meeting his. She wanted to give him everything she could. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her mind focused solely on him. There it was. It had been inside her just a day ago. Today it seemed even harder. There was something hot about the danger. She opened her mouth and let him push it inside. It was warm, comforting. His eyes darkened with appreciation and need as he watched her take it down to the base without a struggle. A trophy wife needed some skills, after all. His hands touched her shoulders, gentle but firm, guiding her as she ran her tongue up his shaft. .

The sensations were a blur—his taste, the way he pulled her hair. She focused on his reactions to try to gauge what he liked, how to make him feel good. Each moan or gasp from him fueled her determination, and she lost herself further in the moment. The outside world where she had betrayed her closest friend slipped away. She was good at this. Good for this.

He tensed. His breathing was uneven. She could sense his impending release, and she continued her efforts, driven by a need to give him everything she could in this moment. Like the Roger of yesteryear, he had provided for her. Her movements became more focused as she felt his tension peak.

His hands took hold of her head and he held her down. She let the head of his cock pushed past her uvula down into her throat. His whole body shook, and she felt glee. The white-hot semen filled her mouth and she swallowed it down with ease even without taking him out of her mouth. Finally he released her and she leaned back on her heels, breathless, spent, feeling incredible.

“Happy?” she said in a low, satisfied voice.