Dan whimpered when she asked if he felt like he earned it.  He hoped he had, he’d been a good boy and had made her pleased, hadn’t he?  He doesn’t have time to answer, he feels her lips move across the head of his already incredibly sensitive length, and he lets out a low moan, and his head fell back again.  A generous amount of his precum is already dripping down the shaft and before he can answer her once again, her tongue is attacking and tasting that precum.  Without hesitation she’s taken his whole length in again and he cries out in blind pleasure.

It was agonizing to still hold back, it was torture to not just let himself cum, but he didn’t want this to be over entirely either.  Even if he wanted to cum the feeling of her lips around his cock was astounding and like nothing he’d ever dreamed of.  Those nights spent fantasizing about her while repeatedly watching her in the Eevee music video– and various others where she was by far the sexiest woman he’d ever seen–, the nights with his hand around his cock and pretending this was the very thing she was doing, it had felt wrong at the time, fantasizing about a good friend, but god did it still feel good, as good as it felt though it didn’t even compare in the slightest to the real thing.  Honestly he’d have to pinch himself to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep in his room what felt like hours earlier.

He whimpers at her, begging like a spoiled dog who wanted a treat.  "P-Please.“  He moans out, while her hand glides along what her mouth isn’t sucking on, "P-please, Brooke.  I–I’m close, I– I can’t hold it back.”  He whined his cheeks flushing red at his subconscious embarrassment of begging, “May I cum please?”  His whole body quivered and shook, if he was to wait any longer he felt like he’d explode.