Pull out!

Ramus pulled back slightly, his breath catching as Ita's lips tightened around his tip, her suction relentless.

Her hands darted up quickly wrapping around his shaft stroking in rhythm with the **** sucks she was managing despite her heavy breathing.

Her eyes flickering up to meet his, a mixture of defiance and desire burning in them. Ramus's hips shuttered, the edge he'd gained slipping as her touch began to bring him closer to the edge.

He pulled back but Ita’s grip never wavered and she began pumping him faster and her mouth going up and down on the glands. Her tongue was flickering the tip with vigor, and unfortunately that was enough.

“Fuck!” His dick quivered for a sec before it began shooting its load into Ita’s awaiting mouth. Even after she let his tip go she kept pumping it letting it fall into her open mouth or face.

“Ita 1 - 0! Fighters back to your corners.”