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thinking about bob reynolds being so down bad for you that he can’t look at you while you have sex, afraid if he does he’ll cum too fast. especially the first time you go down on him. “bob honey - look at me” you said softly, pulling away from his hard aching cock despite his whine.

“i can’t” he mumbles, staring at the ceiling and shaking his head. his chest is still heaving softly, his hands white knuckling the sheets beneath him. “please just keep goin’” he whines softly, bucking his hips up in search of the warmth of your mouth. when he realizes you won’t continue until he does he groans. “ok i will - but please” he bucks his hips up once more and you decide to grant a shred of mercy, taking him back into your mouth and continuing at your previous pace; earning a pitiful whimper.

he obeys your command and chances a look down, a decision he immediately regrets. met with the sight of you nestled between his thighs, pretty pink lips working up and down his length, leaving streaks of strawberry flavored lipgloss on his skin. your eyes misty with tears as your stare up at him through your lashes. perfect manicured nails idly scraping his hips, grounding yourself as you take him deeper, nose nestling into the unruly patch of hair at the base of his cock. all of it was too much, a soft sob claws out from the back of his throat as he bucks his hips up - another mistake, the action earning him an obscene gag followed by a moan.