Croc around the clock

sitting beneath him, comfortable with his cock resting heavy against the tip of your lips, hard and leaking already. his hands cradling your head, guiding you so gently to take his cock — slow, gentle and patient. cooing at you as each inch pushes deeper into your mouth, thumbs wiping at the tears that slip from your eyes as you look up at him once he's buried to the hilt, nose pressed into the thick hair at the base of his cock .. he holds you there for a moment, praising you for taking him so deep, so well .. and he lets you breathe in through your nose before he takes over completely, hips moving before his brain can while your hands scramble and dig into his thighs, pace unrelenting even as your nails draw blood ...