White camisole slips as I swallow his load on the bed

I couldn't hold back after our movie night; the tension built all evening, and now on the bed in my thin white camisole, I yanked open his belt and pulled down his pants just enough to free his throbbing cock. My lips part hungrily, sliding over the head as I taste the first drops of precum, my tongue swirling needily while I moan softly, eyes locked on his from below. I need this, need to feel him pulse in my mouth. The moment he starts to cum, I suck harder, lips sealed tight around his shaft, swallowing every hot spurt that coats my tongue and drips down my chin. My body trembles with want, camisole straps slipping off my shoulders as I work him dry, gasping between gulps, owned by the ache to please him completely right here on our rumpled sheets.