With what Charlette was doing, was this known as<i>deep throat</i>? Paul wondered, as his body spasmed with delight.  First time for everything, he reckoned, seeing as how he’d never experienced this before.  Not with Jemma, not with anyone.  At this rate, she was on her way to completely draining him.  Or pretty damn close, for sure.  He also envisioned an IV drip or something similar was on the horizon for him.<br/><br/>Her deliberateness and attention to detail were driving him bananas.  Paul was very determined to hold out on cumming for as long as he possibly could.  This felt way too fucking good!  The way he saw things, the fact that he came so hard with so much of his release just last night had to be in his favor.  Less likely to cum too soon.  Or so he hoped.<br/><br/>Eh?  What was this?  Now why did she bother to guide his hand into her hair? he thought.  Was it there to make sure she followed through with the task at hand?  Paul didn’t buy that theory.  Because if last night was anything to go by, Charlette seemed to finish what she started.  Following her wink, however, he kept his hand where she put it, though there was no way he’d consider pulling on her hair.<br/><br/>And then she cradled his balls again.  Ye gods!  The woman did not play fair!  Still, he remained determined. . . .