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</div><br/>Marriage. It was something Evelyn desperately wanted, and looked forward to in the future. She had no reason to believe Silas felt differently. Both she and Silas were in their twenties, and the thought of marriage was always on her mind. It just left her wondering, especially when her friends were getting engaged left and right, when it would be her and Silas' turn? Patience, she learned, was a virtue.<br/><br/>However, the thought of marriage quickly dissolved, replaced by more, pressing matters. Literally. Evelyn, being the obedient girlfriend, fell to her knees before the unzipped trousers of Silas, adjusting her position to make herself as comfortable as possible. Well, as comfortable as one could be situated on wooden floors. "C'mere," she mumbled, her gaze pointed directly at the bulge straining against fabric. Reaching forth, her hand wrapped around his stiff member, giving it a few, testing strokes. Smiling, she then looked up at him, her free hand falling into the band between her jeans and underwear, to fondle her nub.<br/><br/>Oral sex wasn't something she particularly like giving regularly, especially when she was left with lock jaw. But, as Evelyn had learned, relationships required sacrifices. Leaning in, she removed her hand and took in a sizable amount, her warm cavity closing before she began sucking, drawing forth the first beads of pre cum as her hand, still paying mind to her clit, descended between her folds, fingertips grazing her entrance. If she were to be penetrated it would not be her own doing, but Silas'.<br/><br/>Moaning, her eyes fell closed, her head rhythmically bobbing. It never took long for a man to get off when attention was solely on him. Nonetheless, her tongue ran the length of his shaft, his member twitching in response, before she brought her mouth up, focusing on the most sensitive part of a man, his tip. It was during this act, Evelyn felt her own arousal climb, her womanhood throbbing. "S-silas," she groaned, removing her hands from her pants, to instead fondle his ballsack. A few more minutes of this play, and he'd be blowing a load into her mouth. She knew his peak was close, so very..<br/><br/><i>'Beep!' </i>At first Evelyn was confused, the sound of his cellphone interrupting their intimate moment together. "What the hell, Silas?" she asked, withdrawing her mouth and fixing him with a quizzical look, as if it were his fault. "You couldn't bother to leave your phone behind or silence it? Way to ruin the mood, asshole." Standing up, she winced, her knees sore and likely bruised. "Well? Who is it?" she inquired, hands on hip." Angry, and rightfully so, she frowned, impatiently waiting for an answer.