Her face burned. The blush, which had been concentrated in her cheeks, spread down her neck and across her chest. She tried to pull back, but my hand in her hair kept her in place. She whimpered around my cock, the vibration traveling through the shaft and into my gut like a low hum.
"His cock is smaller than mine, isn't it?" I asked.
She closed her eyes. A tear ran from the corner and into her hair, disappearing into the dark strands. She nodded. The motion, with her mouth full and my hand in her hair, was small and pathetic and honest in a way that made my cock twitch against her tongue.
