"Feng Teng,...I can't hold anymore," I cry as my body wildly pushing my hips forward onto his mouth in an attempt to take the edge off the peak.
Holysh*t!
As I'm recovering from my come, he wiped out from the onslaught of his mouth, and I sag against the bench on a violent round of shakes, my heart clattering in my chest. He reins in his rhythm and laps gently, letting me drift down on a long, satisfied sigh.
"Mhmm. You're too knowledgeable." I drop my head down to find his eyes.
He looks up, but still keeps his mouth on me, circling gently and thrusting his fingers lazily in and out.
"Thanks, I know babe," he gloats.
I shake my head at his self-assuredness and have a little mental sulk when I imagine, again, why he is so good. He is not only a powerful man but at the same time, he also masters in bedroom techniques.
