As I was about to reach the peak of my happiness, he suddenly pressed me down, immobilizing me. I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn’t help but cry out: “Please let me move! I want it! Come on, give me more—love your thick black erection, give it to me now! I love you!” I called out with tears in my voice. He smiled gently and said, “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? How come you’re so easy to handle now?” “I’m kneeling here—it’s really difficult, so please let me do it myself.” Of course, I understood his meaning; my body was itching so intensely that it nearly went crazy. So I quickly knelt between his legs and gently extended my tender tongue from the base of his penis all the way up to its tip, lightly stroking him while reaching out to caress his nipples. Then, with a lascivious flourish, I sprayed a generous mouthful of saliva onto his shaft before drinking it down in one go. His shaft fit perfectly within my mouth—his pale face stood out beautifully against the dark hue of his penis. He leaned back comfortably, one hand gently massaging my breasts and the other brushing through my long hair, allowing me to take turns sucking on him. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t quite hold him steady; most of him remained outside, only managing to grasp the base of his shaft with one hand while rhythmically stroking it with each suction. I occasionally made soft “hmm” sounds, sometimes spitting out the saliva and then wiping from top to bottom or simply spraying a large stream onto his shaft before rubbing it gently with my palm. He clearly enjoyed the way I was handling his breasts, constantly kneading them with both hands.