Effie took more of him into her mouth, starting to hum a Justin Bieber song against him as she lowered her eyes, focusing on the task at hand. She bobbed her head in time to the song, shifting and arching her back so that he got a clear line down to her ass, it was a position she knew Tim liked, but she wasn’t sure if the same could be said for Peter...after all, Tim was an ass man, and she didn’t know what Peter’s preferences were yet.
She shifted again, her legs falling one on either side of one of Peter’s thighs, giving herself room as she reached one hand down, gently fondling his testicles, exploring them, mapping out their surface and feel, hoping that her curious explorations felt good as well.
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Peter’s head tilted back a bit, as he felt surges of pleasure at her humming, his hand in her hair getting a bit more tighter as it gripped a moment, just out of pure involuntary pleasure, before he let go and pulled his hand away, only to allow himself to watch the way her lips moved around him. It was arousing just to see, and the warmth against his manhood left Peter welcoming the pleasure.
And soon he watched as her ass lifted into the air, suddenly feeling a desire to grip it, squeeze at it; yes, Peter was a bit more of an ass man too. Everything about Effie, in all reality though, her breasts were almost perfect, and her ass too. He’d actually say they were perfect, though he’d not managed to take hold of either yet.
Groaning as she fondled him, the pleasures of her arousing actions actually had Peter out of his mind a bit, as he did manage to finally get words out, “Fuck… Effie. That feels so good…” Was all he could muster though. Knowing he didn’t want her to stop.
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Effie beamed at his words, wiggling in pleasure that she was satisfying him. She sucked harder on his flesh, her head moving even faster, wanting to please him fully, wanting him to enjoy what she did.
She pulled her head back after a few moments, taking long, slow licks up the shaft to the tip, treating him as one would a dripping popsicle, trying to make sure she got every inch of him covered before she swallowed him down again, making it halfway before she started choking and had to pull back a hair.
As she did, her hands slid up his chest and back down, nails teasing the flesh.
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Peter found that he was enraptured by her movements, and he was suddenly realizing just what he’d been missing with his prior relationship. This was something he hadn’t experienced and it was amazing, groans lifting from him as he watched her tongue move and then her lips work at him again. The faster movements were causing his body the need to shift as he grinned.
Nails on his chest only heightened the arousal, surprisingly enough to him, and he groaned once more, “Don’t stop… fuck, Effie I’m close.” He was uncontrollable he found, his words were not his, he felt alien but alive at the same time. Oh, why had he fought her so hard the night before?