She wasn’t expecting it. One second he’s talking, next—her lips are stretched around his cock like she’s starving. Blonde hair falls forward as she gags, tears rolling down her cheeks but hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Not a word spoken before the first deepthroat gags her up. Tattoos crawl up his arms while hers peek out from behind him—a butterfly on her collarbone, sleeves of tribal ink vanishing under the couch. She doesn’t pull away when he tries to slow her down; if anything, she hollows her cheeks harder, nose pressed against skin as spit drips down his shaft.
