I looked up at him through my lashes, maintaining eye contact as I sank down again. The eye contact always drove him wild. His dark smile returned, thumb wiping a tear of effort from the corner of my eye.“Good girl,” he whispered, voice strained with building pleasure. “Just like that. Nice and slow… make me feel every second.”I obeyed, pouring myself into the slow, sensual blowjob. My hands moved from his thighs to cup his balls, massaging them gently while my mouth continued its unhurried rhythm. The room felt smaller, hotter, filled only with the sounds of my sucking, his heavy breathing, and the occasional wet pop when I pulled off to breathe and lick along his shaft.Adrian’s hips started rocking subtly, fucking my mouth in time with my slow motions. He was getting close again, I could tell by the way his thighs tensed and his grip in my hair tightened just a fraction. Yet he let me set the pace, enjoying the drawn-out pleasure. I doubled down on the slowness, dragging my lips
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