She moaned around me, vibration sending jolts through my shaft, spit bubbling from her lips, dripping down my balls in thick, warm streams. Her hands gripped my thighs harder, nails digging in, legs shifting on the carpet as she tried to steady herself, knees spreading wider for balance.
I grabbed her head with both hands—fingers tangling in her hair—and pushed down harder, holding her there, nose crushed against my pelvis, cock fully sheathed in her throat.
She gagged hard, body convulsing, saliva flooding out in waves, dripping from her chin onto the floor in puddles. Her hands moved frantically, clutching my legs, then slapping at my thighs lightly in reflex, legs kicking slightly behind her as she struggled for air. Tears streamed from her eyes, mascara running in black lines, but she didn't fight—moans muffled and desperate, throat squeezing me in spasms.
