The moment the words left Carmela's mouth, Joy felt a wave of mortification unlike anything she had ever experienced.
This was it. This was the task. The one thing that, in her wildest imaginings, she had never once considered she would ever be asked to do.
Take that massive, monstrous thing into her mouth.
She opened her lips to say something—anything—to protest, to deflect, to pass this responsibility onto someone more suited for such a degrading task.
But Carmela was already smirking.
"Don't even try."
She said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"I can see it in your eyes. You want to pass this responsibility onto me. To make me do the hard part."
Joy's protest died in her throat, while Carmela reached out and wrapped her hand around Cassius's shaft, stroking it slowly up and down.
The motion made his entire body tense, a muffled sound escaping his gag.
"See this?"
Carmela squeezed gently, emphasizing the massive, bulbous tip.
