Naomi took him deeper and faster, her rhythm bordering on manic. With every desperate, ravenous plunge of her head, his heavy thickness pressed past her throat, stretching her jaw to its limits. The air in her lungs thinned to nothing.
A sharp, violent spasm locked her chest. She gagged hard, a choked, wet cough tearing from her throat, followed by a series of ragged, breathy groans as she struggled to pull in air without letting him go.
The muffled, strained sounds of her throat choking around his length echoed softly against the mahogany desk, thick with scalding saliva and feverish friction.
Outside the heavy oak doors, the corridor abruptly went quiet.
Karl paused mid-step, his brow furrowing as the strange, muffled gasps and choked whimpers filtered through the reinforced wood.
