They began to debate with increasing heat, their voices rising in a petty argument about skill and superiority, completely treating Valentina's frantic, gagging efforts as nothing more than background ambiance like the hum of a refrigerator.
Rex laughed again, but his attention snapped back down to the pathetic figure beneath him. He reached down, his large hand tangling in Valentina's hair to tilt her head back further, forcing her to expose her throat as she worked.
"Maybe so, maybe so," Rex mused, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried to the girls. "But who would've thought?"
"The dignified Valentina, reduced to this... Sucking my cock under the dining table while your own granddaughters sit right above you, discussing breakfast." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her forehead. "You must really love it, eh?"
"You must love my cock that much... Even after drinking my piss like the thirsty little bitch you are, you still can't get enough."
