Lyra's pace quickened, her lips sliding deeper with every bob of her head until the full length of Arin's cock vanished into the warm, wet clutch of her throat.
*Gwak-gwak-gwak-gwak*
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva bridging her lips to his glistening tip. Gasping for air, she wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and stroked him slowly, a wicked little smile curling as she met his eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing; the game was already cracked.
Without warning, she plunged back down, sucking with ferocious vacuum force, far beyond 30Kpa. Her throat tightening like a sealed chamber. The swollen head slammed past her uvula; her tongue twisted and curled beneath him while both hands gripped the base, jerking in perfect, hungry rhythm.
"Mmph… mmmph… mmmph…"
*suck-suck-suck*
Arin's mind reeled, pleasure short-circuiting every rational thought.
'God… this is on another level. Aunt jas, Jenny… neither of them ever came close to this. No way she's just "talented." Lyra's a seasoned little slut, plain and simple,' he thought, voice barely a whisper as his gaze stayed welded to the obscene sight of her throat bulging around him.
Eight minutes.
Eight mind-melting minutes, and she already had him teetering on the edge. Every frantic throb of his cock pulsed against her tongue like a countdown she could feel perfectly.
"Fuck… Lyra, I'm gonna cum," Arin rasped, the words trembling on the verge of breaking.
A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. She seized his wrists, guiding his shaking hands together beneath her chin, forcing his palms into a makeshift bowl. She fully expected a messy teenage-style facial: thick ropes splattering across her tongue and lips, maybe dripping down her chin for him to admire. She was ready to catch every stray drop like a good girl.
That arrogant little assumption was her fatal mistake.
"F-fuck, I'm cumming—!"
Arin's warning dissolved into a guttural snarl. His fingers knotted viciously in her hair, yanking her forward with zero mercy. One savage, hips-driven thrust speared past her uvula and lodged himself balls-deep in her throat just as the dam broke.
"Mmmmmphh—! Nnghh—!"
*SPLUUUUURT!*
Her eyes flew open in pure shock, tears instantly streaming down flushed cheeks. The first scalding jet fired straight into her stomach, followed by thick, relentless pulses that flooded her throat with no escape.
*grrrlk—grrrrk—gluuuuuulp*
Not a single drop spilled. Her uselessly cupped hands slackened and fell to the floor with a soft thud, fingers twitching as her body surrendered completely.
Arin held her impaled, hips jerking with every heavy spurt, dumping rope after rope of hot cum directly into her belly while muffled, defeated whimpers vibrated helplessly around his shaft.
Arin pulled out his cock, yet her sucking was still enough to make arin felt. She leaned near the edge of the toilet with almost unconscious mind. Arin painted her lips white with his remaining cum and took a picture of her, with his dick.
*kachak*
She can barely see with her half close eyes and still unconsciously pinned below. She coughed after some seconds.
*cough-cough*
He quickly pulled his pants and was ready to go outside.
Lyra's throat was raw, her voice a cracked, cum-soaked whisper that still managed to carry that infuriating, teasing edge. Her body lay limp beneath him, pinned to the restroom floor, eyes half-lidded and glassy.
"Heh… nngh~… guess I underestimated you, kid."
Arin smirked, catching her trembling wrist and guiding her hand downward. He pressed her palm firmly against the front of his slacks, letting her feel the iron-hard bulge still straining behind the fabric, hot, thick, and very much alive.
"I'm still not satisfied, Lyra-ma'am," he murmured, voice low and playful, thumb brushing across her knuckles. "Looks like you'll have to try a lot harder next time."
"Heh…" A weak, breathless laugh slipped from her swollen lips. She dragged her tongue slowly across them, gathering the last stray traces of his release with deliberate relish, eyes never leaving his.
Minute later, Arin slipped out of the women's restroom like a shadow: silent, swift, not a soul in sight. He melted back into the darkened auditorium and dropped into his seat just as the climax roared on-screen.
"Dude, where the hell have you been?" Reiner hissed, leaning over without taking his eyes off the movie. "You missed the best part!"
"Oh shit… for real? My bad, bro…" Arin's voice dropped to a hushed, almost shaky whisper as he leaned in close to Reiner's ear.
"I… I ran into some relatives out there. Haven't seen them in years, man… kinda hit me hard."
He flicked his gaze toward the aisle. There sat the fat bastard, blissfully stuffing his face with popcorn, totally oblivious.
Arin's lips curled into a dark, triumphant smirk.
'Yeah… keep munching that popcorn, old man. I just pumped your girlfriend's throat full of something way thicker than caramel.'
A few rows ahead, the auditorium door sighed shut.
Lyra slipped back into her seat beside her clueless boyfriend, posture perfect, smile soft and innocent, every strand of hair exactly where it belonged. To everyone else, she was the same flawless woman who had stepped out minutes ago.
Only the faint, lingering flush on her cheeks and the slow, deliberate press of two fingers to the hollow of her throat (one last, secret swallow) betrayed the hot, sticky truth still coating her insides.
Arin caught only muffled snippets of the conversation a few rows ahead; the thunder of clashing blades and shrieking laser fire swallowed everything else.
He leaned back in his seat, a lazy grin spreading across his face, letting the movie's chaos wash over him.
Around him, his friends whooped and whistled.
People behind them shouted at every explosion. The whole auditorium buzzed with raw excitement, and Arin soaked it all in, riding the high twice over: once from the screen, once from the secret still warm in Lyra's belly.
As the final clash of lazer blades faded and the credits music began to swell, Arin's phone vibrated once against his thigh.
He slid it out and glanced at the screen.
[Fitness_with_Lyra is now following you]
[1 new message from Lyra]
He lifted his gaze. Ahead, Lyra sat with her phone angled just enough for the glow to catch her faint, knowing smile. Her eyes flicked up, locked on his for a heartbeat, then dropped back to her screen.