Adam Monroe

Adam’s touch was much different than what Niki would have done if she was in his position. He knew that he shouldn’t have been spending in time trying to compare what Adam was doing and how the lovers before him handle Peter when they went down on him. It was enjoyable, to say the least, those dark brown eyes staring down at Adam as he watched him use that tongue – a wet muscle with at least four hundred years of experience backing it up. He had some idea that this was probably going to be one of the best blow jobs he’d ever receive and by the way his lips parted softly, his breath becoming harsh in such a short amount of time. It would be clear to Adam that he was doing his work perfectly without any kind of flaws.