Chapter 39: Sucking her tits (R-18)
Nana’s heart was racing as she lay there on the massage table, her body still tingling from Lucas’s hands and that Yin-infused oil that had her burning up inside. The sight of his cock hardening under her touch, pushing against his pants like it had a mind of its own, sent a thrill through her.
"I gotta see it," she thought, her fingers itching to move. Still lying on her chest, her big breasts squished against the table, she reached out with shaky hands and tugged at the ties of Lucas’s robe. The fabric was loose, slipping open easy, and she yanked it down his hips, her breath catching as his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, right in front of her face.
"Gods," she thought, her eyes wide as she took it in—long, veined, bigger than anything she’d ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t stop staring, her mouth dry, her pussy throbbing just from the sight of it.
"Your dick is the biggest I’ve ever seen," she blurted out, her voice a little hoarse, her cheeks flushing as the words spilled from her lips.
"Did I really just say that?" she thought, but she meant it—every guy she’d been with before paled in comparison, their clumsy fumbling nothing next to this.
Lucas looked down at her, his smirk widening, and let out a low, "Hell yeah," his voice rough with a touch of pride. He stood there, robe hanging open, not moving, just letting her take it all in, and that confidence of his only made her hotter, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch him again.
Then, without warning, Nana leaned forward, her blond ponytail swinging, and swallowed his cock—or tried to. "Oh fuck," she thought, her lips stretching wide as the head pushed into her mouth, so thick it barely fit.
She gagged a little at first, her jaw aching as she struggled to take him in, her tongue pressing awkward against the underside. "It’s too big," she thought, panic flickering for a second, but she wasn’t backing down—not now.
She adjusted, breathing through her nose, and started sucking, slow at first, then harder as she got the hang of it. Her saliva slicked him up, dripping down the shaft, and she bobbed her head, her hands bracing on his thighs for balance. I can do this, she thought, determination mixing with the heat pooling low in her belly.