The first time, I tugged uselessly at his cock with my lips, hoping it was how he’d like it. We needed to use hands.
The second time, I worked my tongue on the sensitive end and was rewarded with far more of a reaction. I licked it from top to bottom and he moaned. He told me he liked it when my long, blonde hair brushed the tip.
The third time, I complimented him. “You’re so hard!”
He asked that I look into his eyes. He was trembling, his hands on my head…
His praise tasted sweeter than his cum.
