#denkirot

the second he feels his cock stir, he has to find a relatively secluded spot. i say relatively because that's all he needs – just somewhere he can go to bury his aching dick deep inside your throat. somewhere he can get you on your knees, pretty eyes looking up at him, tongue lolling out of your mouth like the little slut you are.

you wait just like that as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, angry and slick, throbbing at you as if it's asking you to help relieve just a little bit of that ache – it's your fault anyway, you know.

denki pumps himself once, smearing his essence all the way down and back up his shaft, and shoots you a grin – a look to say go ahead, pretty girl.

so you take his pretty tip into your mouth and flick your tongue around to collect every bit of the pre he's coated himself with. you suck lightly before you take the rest of him into your mouth, forcing yourself to take him all the way to the base, your nose nuzzling firmly into the dark blonde hair on his pelvis.

you let yourself cough and sputter, your throat wrapping around his cock and squeezing it so nicely – so nicely that his hands fly to the back of your head, fingers pressing into your scalp as he tries his hardest not to keep you held there, gagging as his length pulses and twitches.

except that's exactly what he does. as you start to pull off of him, his hands don't move. instead, they hold your head, keeping you from getting even the tiniest bit of the cool, refreshing air you've run out of. your eyes flick up to his amber ones, tears welling in your lashes, threatening to spill over and destroy the makeup you worked so hard on before you left the house.

instead of a look of concern, you’re met with a smirk and dreamy, lust-blown eyes. but you only get to see that expression for a second. because when he sees your big, teary eyes looking up at him as you gasp and drool around his cock, denki just can’t handle it.

“just- ahh, just a little- longer,” he groans. you feel him shoot a load of warm cum deep into you, his torso flexing with each spurt of the release that floods your throat. he takes a few deep, steadying breaths above you as he slips his softening length out of your mouth. you lick your lips and take a deep breath, watching him reposition himself and rezip his pants.

he offers you his hand, and you accept – letting him pull you to your feet and into a kiss. “alright,” he sighs, pulling his head back to look at you. “what did we come here for again?”