She looked up at him through tear-blurred vision and saw that expression again. That look of possessive satisfaction—like he was claiming something precious that belonged only to him.
That look made her want to please him more.
Elara hollowed her cheeks, creating suction around his shaft. Her tongue pressed against the underside, tracing the prominent vein running along his length. She took him as deep as her throat would allow, fighting past her gag reflex.
"Hnn... fuck..." Viktor groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Just like that..."
She was doing this willingly now. Consciously choosing to suck his cock. No possession. No control. Just her decision.
The wet sounds filled the room—'schlop, gluck, slurp'—mixing with her muffled moans and his rough breathing.
Viktor's grip tightened in her hair as pleasure built in his core. His hips began moving, gently fucking her mouth, watching her lips stretch obscenely around his girth.
