Esme's eyes drifted down to my cock. After a moment she crawled closer, gently parted my legs, and settled between them. Then she leaned in and took me into her mouth, sucking slowly.
I rested a hand on the crown of her head and let out a soft moan, tipping my head back against the couch.
"I'm lucky I met you," I said, watching her work.
She pulled off with a soft pop and rested her cheek against the side of my shaft, stroking me slowly with her hand. "Um… thank you. I think… s-same goes for me too. I mean you… or… me?"
"I think I get the idea," I chuckled.
"Yeah." She gave a nervous little smile. "Sorry. Not good with words."
She took me back into her mouth and kept sucking. It didn't take long before I was fully hard again, my cock throbbing against her tongue. She bobbed her head steadily, taking me deeper.
"You're getting better at this," I murmured, voice low. "Been practicing?"
