mal couldn’t take it anymore.
how pretty she looked with
him in her mouth. he began
thrusting his hips upward,
hitting the back of her
throat. groaning with each
thrust as he fucked her
mouth.
blue eyes had rolled back,
“you’re doing such a good
job, babygirl. keep going,
princess,” his voice deepened
at the quickened pace. his
fingers tightened in the
brunette’s locks, giving it
a tug.
mal had moved his hand —
letting the female do what
she offered to him. his eyes
had darkened toward her.
his fingers had slid into
her hair, a moan slipping
from his mouth.