Scura’s d**k throbbed with hunger as Havana's tongue coiled around it, desperate, trembling—like her body knew it was losing control. Her throat fought to contain him, choking, stretching, as he pressed deeper with a wicked hiss.
“Good f*****g girl,” he snarled, his grip tightening in her hair. “Take it. All the way down.”
He slammed forward again, merciless, forcing her past her limits. Her eyes brimmed with tears, spilling down her cheeks as she gagged around him, face flushed, broken open by the brutal rhythm. He didn’t slow. He wanted her undone.
“Let’s see how much more you can take,” he growled, voice laced with twisted anticipation.
Another c**k emerged—identical, thick, veined, throbbing—an extension of his dark will. It curved downward like it knew exactly where to go. Her sli
