The air in the bedroom was thick enough to taste a cloying, intoxicating cocktail of sweat, musk, and the overwhelming scent of arousal. Maya was operating on pure instinct now, her conscious mind having completely surrendered to the primal need to finish.
Her jaw was aching with a white-hot intensity, and her throat felt raw, but she didn't care. She pushed past the pain, her head bobbing in a blur of motion.
'Faster, faster, fuck, just finish it!' her mind screamed through the haze of pleasure. 'I need him to cum; I need to feel it. I need this to end before I explode!'
"SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK!" Her movements became desperate, almost violent.
She was using every muscle in her throat to milk him, her tongue working like a piston against the sensitive head of his cock.
Mike was beyond speech. His entire body was rigid, his muscles corded like steel cables.
