He pulled the bun out. Discarding  the annoying tie. He wanted to run his hand through all of her hair not just the bit he had freed from the annoying bun. He rather disliked buns. Hard to run fingers through a bun. She was driving him crazy. Moaning and arched a tiny bit but fought not to arch in and out. This was about letting her do as she wished. He could not take it upon himself to do anything. He made a vow to respect her tradition. That slightly, at least mentally, sombering thought made him hold onto fistfuls of her hair in his hands. He was rapidly dripping pre and merely leaned into her form. His knees wouldn't give out as far as he knew. He had never felt pleasure this intense before. He was so close. It would take much longer for her to cause him to cum. He was fighting it though she would know due to his rapid pulsing inside her mouth.