The fear of embarrassment was being rapidly overwhelmed by the overwhelming biological imperative to take as much of him as her throat would allow.
"Ahh... mmmph... Mike... ahh!" she whimpered between wet gulps.
The sounds she made were increasingly animalistic, wet, sloppy noises as she moved between his cock and his balls, her saliva dripping down his thighs and onto the sheets.
Mike's hips began to buck involuntarily, his hands gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them.
"Fuck, Aveline... you're good at this," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Don't you dare stop. Swallow it all."
"I'm... ahh... I'm trying! Nnngh!" she cried out, her voice cracking.
The challenge of not choking while simultaneously trying to consume him became a game of dangerous pleasure. She pushed further, her throat opening wider, her eyes watering from the intensity as she fought to accommodate the massive intrusion of his pleasure.
