he loves the praise
bob went absolutely feral every time you gave him the slightest amount of praise. he constantly needed to hear how good he was doing, he loved hearing how good he could make you feel.
despite his love for being praised, he could barely even take it. your back arched against the bed as bobs lips latched onto your swollen clit, sucking mercilessly as he grinds his hips against the mattress, searching for some sort of friction.
the image of you laid on bobs bed, back arched, and your thighs clenched around his head was already enough to make bob cum. he was on the brink of an orgasm just listening to your moans.
your hand gripped his messy, light brown hair, hips grinding against his face, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of your hole. “fuck!- bob, baby, you’re doing so good” the words sent a shiver through his spine. he moaned against your cunt, your legs shaking from the vibration.
it didn’t take long for bob to cum—even though it was you that was supposed to cum. he messily humped the mattress as he came, a prominent wet spot on the crotch area of his pants now forming. he looked up from in between your legs, lips and chin glistening with your juices, eyes wide with ecstasy.
“i’m sorry, i was supposed to make you feel good. not me.” he said, sounding more apologetic than ever. “it’s okay, bob. we still have the rest of the night.” you reassured him, positioning yourself so you’re straddling him. “let’s not waste it, yeah?”
