The time for teasing, for learning, and for gentle exploration had passed. Ellie had transitioned from a student to a conqueror.
She completely ignored the dull ache in her jaw and the slight strain in her facial muscles, relegating them to the background of her consciousness as a small price to pay for the prize in her hands.
She was no longer just "practicing," but she was performing a primal ritual of worship and dominance.
She leaned in with a ferocity that caught even Mike by surprise. She wrapped her hands tightly around the base of his massive shaft, her knuckles white from the pressure, and drove his length into her mouth with a hungry, desperate force.
She wasn't just taking him, but she was trying to consume him.
'With this... I'm going to try and catch him off guard!' Ellie thought. 'I'll make sure that I win!'
The room fell into a heavy, charged silence, broken only by the raw, uninhibited sounds of her devotion. There was no more banter, no more witty remarks.
