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She lets gravity drag it down to my base.

Trickle to the top of my balls.

Another headier and needier grumble precedes me pulling her a bit closer and growling, “Grab me.”

Her soft hand swiftly curls around my cock.

“Spit again.”

Slobber slops past her parted lips and slides down my shaft, seeping between her palm and my skin, causing Emmerz to coo, “You’re so hard.”

“For you, Teach.” My fingers possessively flex and hers do the same. “Just for you.” Whimpers whirl around us as I encourage her hand to do the same. “Stroke.”

A single, long – albeit timid – one is executed.

It isn’t bad.

But it isn’t enough to do anything other than drive my balls closer to being blue.

“Harder,” I encourage alongside sinking my fingers into the edge of her locks. “You won’t break it off.”

While my snark receives a small smirk, it – more importantly – convinces her to get rougher.

Grab the damn thing like she wants it.

Me.

“Stroke,” I repeat, my own digits tangling around the nearby strands. “Stroke to the same speed I pull.” One gentle tug occurs before I command a response, “Got it?”

“Yes,” meets my ears in mostly air, and I like it.

Fuck.

No.

I love it.

Scraping my nails against her scalp releases a moan and the tiny jerk I execute afterwards is instantly mimicked, pulling a pleased groan out of me, “Good.” I repeat the movement with more pressure only to endure the same mocked result. “Very good.”

“Yeah?” she eagerly questions, hand sliding up and down. “You gonna give me an A, H?”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ earn it, Teach.” Her steady pacing abruptly gets tested. “Keep up.” Tugging gets a bit faster. Less gentle. “Stroke that shit.” The movements increase in speed and intensity. “Spit.” This time a hot glob flies out and is quickly used to slicken her jerks. “Fuck, that’s good.” I rapidly nod. Pull. Nod again. “So. Fucking. Good.” A harsher wrench receives a louder whimper, yet there isn’t time to consider if she’s hurt or hates it or is having reservations due to more spit not only landing on my dick but being savagely slathered in it. “Fast learner…”

“Good teacher,” Emmerz coos at the same time her motions become a bit more frantic.

Wild.

Barbarically yanking her head back rather than the cautious tugs I had been delivering leads to her fingers voraciously pumping.

She erratically spits and strokes.

Strokes and spits.

Spits and spins her wrist working every inch of my shaft, forcing me to scrape and scuff and grunt.

Lift my hips.

Lightly lurch into the lecherous rubbing.