"Such a good boy, aren't you," she said with a soft kiss, tasting herself again. "Good boys stay hard, so hard, so they can edge themselves and stay needy. Hard cocks that don't come," she murmured against his lips, legs locked around his thigh as she rocked up against him. She was so wet and so hot, just from his mouth that she couldn't stop the soft moan as he pressed into her. "My good boy."