It was strange and electric, something Karen couldn't even name—but it made her shiver, made her body ache, made her want more.
Encouraged, she parted her lips slightly, trying to take him into her mouth.
But the moment she tried, she realized just how impossibly large he was.
Her lips stretched around the thick, throbbing head, and her jaw protested, the sides straining uncomfortably.
She felt like her mouth was too small to contain him, like it might tear at the edges if she pushed too far.
Even so, the feel of him—the warmth, the hardness, the pulsing weight—was intoxicating.
Her hands moved instinctively, sliding up and down the length, stroking him as her mouth struggled to accommodate.
She tried different angles, adjusting her head, letting her tongue trace over every ridge and vein, learning how his body reacted to her touch.
The taste, the scent, the slickness combined into a storm of sensations.
