Eliza lifted soft eyes up to Adrien, before she continued giving him a blow job. She was sucking dick like it was her only aptitude. He ran his hand through her hair, while she continued as if professionally. She loved giving head, from the positioning of her body between his legs, to the look on the face of the man she was giving it to.
The look on Adrien’s face…
Adrien caressed her hair and face, and looked like he was entering another world—a parallel world where pleasure ruled as she continued her mission. She savored the texture, and the taste of his penis in her mouth. He tasted different than the other men that she was with. He tasted like mmmmm…Adrien, and she loved it. She loved resting her head on his inner thigh, looking up at him before she continued to lick and suck and kiss him.
She loved every bit of it.
Adrien pulled her up by her hair lightly.
He would not let her continue to pleasure him. He pulled her up until they were lip to lip. He licked her lips, and she thought to herself, that he could taste himself on her lips. On the tip of her tongue.
He could taste himself on her.
Eliza closed her eyes–she was all sensation. She could have exploded from the pleasure of him tasting her lips, like she had tasted him. Like they were casual diners, savoring the flavor of each other.
She would miss him when he was gone, and she did not even know when he was coming back if ever.
“When are you going back to Paris,” she questioned languidly later on, tired but her mind racing.
Adrien shifted her to look into his eyes that were lit by the moon.
“In the not too distant future, I have to settle things before I come to New York to live.”
Eliza bolted up, Adrien pulled her close. His face was bemused, and she was not sure what her face was like…
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Now this just got even more intriguing with him moving closer to Eliza!
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