Sylvaris watched her head bob beneath the surface, the water rippling with every movement of her hungry mouth. Bubbles floated up around his cock—his aching, overstimulated cock—as her throat pulled him deeper, tighter.
Fuck… fuck, she's swallowing me whole—her throat's molding to my shape, like it never wants to let go—His eyes fluttered shut for a second, the sensation almost unbearable. He could feel every twitch of her tongue, every ripple of muscle around his shaft.
I just fucking came. I should be soft. But this little bitch is dragging another load out of me—her godly throat's gonna milk me dry—
"MMMGH—glk!—glk—glk—" The gurgles echoed around his hips like a twisted symphony of lust, each one sharper, wetter, more desperate.
Below, Liraeth's throat bulged, her eyes fluttering closed in pure rapture. I can't breathe… I can't… but the thought was drowned beneath the explosion of heat rising in her core.
