"Mphh… mmh… mhaa…"
After two full minutes of focused, earnest effort, Meera finally pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet, audible sound. She exhaled heavily, one hand still wrapped around his saliva-slicked shaft, stroking him slowly while she caught her breath.
"I will need to train my jaw, it seems," she said, licking her glistening lips. A fine thread of saliva still connected her mouth to the swollen head of his cock, stretching and then breaking as she drew back. "It is considerably more tiring than it appears."
Ulrich said nothing. But the faint tension at the corners of his eyes, the almost imperceptible shallowness of his breathing, it all communicated precisely how much effort his composure was currently costing him.
Meera noticed every detail, as she always did.
