𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 // 𝟬𝟬𝟭

Cₕₐₚₜₑᵣ ₉

I slowly walked over to Peter, his head hung low, avoiding my eye-line.

I knelt down at his feet and rested my chin on his knees. I softened my gaze and looked up to him, catching his interest, as his once angry eyes turning into inquisitive ones.

I ran my finger tips up from his knees up to his crotch, already feeling his hardness.

I gently caress the spot before beginning to palm it more aggressively, earning a small groan from Peter.

I gently unbuckle his belt and put it to the side.
I undid the zip and pull his white trousers down slightly, all whilst maintaining eye contact with him, a small smirk forming on his face.

"This what you wanted?"

I ask, semi-sarcastically, a small pout emerging on my lips.

"Yes."

Peter states impatiently, placing his veiny hands on my shoulders and squeezing them slightly.

I use one hand to pull out his dick, earning another small groan from Peter.

I inch closer and use my tongue to entertain the tip of his cock.
I could tell how highly anticipated this was for Peter as he placed one of hands on the back of my head and began pushing down slightly.

I take him into my mouth and start to go up and down.
Peter moaned loudly then holds tight onto a few locks of my hair and pushes my head down even further causing me to gag.

This went on for a couple more minutes before Peters grip on my head loosens and I feel his cock begin to twitch inside my mouth.

Eventually, I feel a small warm jet at the back of my mouth and hear a final, prolonged groan come from peter.

I look up at him, maintaining eye contact whilst swallowing the majority of his cum.

With the remaining juice, I open my mouth and let it glide gently down my tongue, eventually reaching Peters lap.

"Don't make a mess!"

Peter say, whilst giggling slightly.

I stand back and sit down on the thin mattress.

"That what you imagine when you jerk off to my name, like you were the other day?"

I say carelessly, smiling at him.

"Oh, you um, you heard that?"

He asks, clearly embarrassed as his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

I quietly slip into my covers and rest of my head on my singular pillow, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Goodnight Peter."

I say plainly.

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