Maya's eyes rolled back in her head as she heard his praise. A wave of twisted pride washed over her.
'Am I?' she wondered, a flash of terrifying self-awareness piercing through the lust. 'Have I always been this much of a sexual deviant?'
'Was all that time with Marc just a performance?'
'Was I always this hungry for something this filthy?' The thought should have horrified her, but instead, it acted like fuel.
The realization that she possessed this capacity for debauchery made her want to push even further. She wanted to see how far she could push him, how much pleasure she could extract from him before he broke.
"Mmmph... mmm hnnn... schlick... gluck!" She redoubled her efforts, her throat working convulsively as she tried to take as much of him as her mouth would allow, her entire being focused on the singular goal of milking him dry.
