The symphony of pleasure reached a crescendo. Sabrina's mouth was a vortex of exquisite, wet heat, her tongue a masterful artist painting strokes of pure bliss along his shaft.
Every time she sank down, taking him deep into her throat, a guttural groan was torn from his chest. The suction was relentless, the pressure perfect, and the way her hand worked in tandem with her lips, stroking and twisting, was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
"Fuck, Sabrina... your mouth..." he moaned, his voice thick with lust.
The words were barely coherent, a raw, unfiltered testament to the skill with which she was worshipping his cock.
He could feel her hum of satisfaction around him, the vibration adding yet another layer of intoxicating sensation.
Simultaneously, his hand was buried in Serika's slick, aching core.
