Her lips wrapped around him again, and this time there was no hesitation.
She dove down, taking his cock deeper than before, cheeks hollowing with effort, her throat tightening as she fought past her own limits just to taste more of him. Her eyes were glassy, wet, never leaving his. They shimmered with desperation, worship, and something darker—pure addiction.
Schhlrp... slrp... glck... glck... glck...—The sounds echoed in the room, lewd and wet, as if her mouth was made for nothing else. Spit spilled from her lips, slicking down his shaft in messy, shining trails. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in with every bounce of her head. Her body rocked with him, matching the rhythm as his cock slid deeper into her throat.
"Fuck, Iselynne..." Sylvaris growled, fisting her hair. "You're going to make me cum just from that mouth."
