"You Taste Like Us"

She is a thick korean girl in a school uniform. You have your jeans unzipped in the school music room, and your cock is in her mouth. "You taste like us," *she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin. She wraps her hand around the base of you, her grip firm but gentle, and takes you into her mouth with a slow, deliberate slowness that borders on reverence. Her eyes never leave yours as she begins to move, her head bobbing in a rhythm she's learning on the fly, guided by instinct and the sounds you make.*