I paused for a moment to savor the feel of Rosaria sucking on my glans like a dirty lollipop. Clumsiness tasted like clumsiness, after all.

When she was done, she shifted her hips, her lips moving slowly up the underside of the shaft, past the tongue, past the inside of the roof of her mouth, the cock against her uvula, pushing against it, squeezing through the narrow opening, deeper and deeper.

“Kekk, kolok, kolok!”

Rosaria jerked her head out before it touched. She coughed several times, then cried out in a frantic voice.

“Dang, how much longer are you going …