Tanya struck him as a sweet, loving, even demure girl. It's why he couldn't help but laugh as she hastily tossed his underwear over her shoulder — her body filled with a<i>need</i>he had never experienced or expected from her. But his mocking chuckle was quickly replaced by the shutting of his eyes and the rolling back of his head and the repeating of the one word she seemed uniquely capable of getting him to say.<br/><br/>"Fuck."<br/><br/>The wet sound of her hand smearing her own saliva across his swollen shaft joined the howl of the blizzard beyond the windows to create a lewd sort of symphony. As her tongue started lapping at his manhood, he pushed his fingers into her hair, looking down at her with teeth bit into his bottom lip. He knew nothing about her sex life with Pete but he could see that a long stifled hunger was being released in her. Even though the sight of her was utterly pornographic, this reality leant the scene an unexpectedly romantic vibe.<br/><br/>He resisted the urge to thrust his hips into her grip, wanting to trust her to do the work of satisfying him without his help. But it was tough and it only got tougher when her palm cupped his balls. Through labored, pleasured breaths, he bent up each of his knees with his feet flat on the bed, providing her even more access to his testicles and his nether regions. Then, as she dragged her tongue up his length, he finally grabbed a handful of hair and angled her mouth right towards the head of his member, popping it inside her mouth hole.