"There, there… slow down," Sara said, her voice low and teasing, her hand stroking my wet dick slow and steady, keeping me right on the edge but not letting me cum.
Her fingers were slick, warm, her grip tight enough to drive me crazy.
"What are you playing at? Ahhh…" I said, my voice rough, shaky, edging hard from her strokes.
My chest heaved, sweat beading on my forehead, dripping down my neck as I pressed my fingers into the cold washroom door behind me, trying to hold it together.
The sensation buzzed wild through me, my dick throbbing in her hand, begging for release.
She leaned in fast, kissing me hard, her lips locking with mine, her tongue pushing in deep. She pulled back just as quick, rolling the bubble gum out of my mouth with her tongue—still sticky, barely chewed.
"Ahh… you didn't chew it much," she said, smirking as she popped it back into her own mouth, chewing loud, the snap of it sharp in my ear.
