Mia's POV
As I watch Thomas through my eyelashes with his c**k deep in my throat, I see him gripping the sides of the couch. His claws have extended slightly and he is about to rip the couches to pieces. His eyes are closed tightly as he tries to maintain some sort of control over the situation, but I can see that he is beginning to unravel each time I bob my mouth up and down on his c**k.
The sound of fabric ripping lets me know that he has torn the couch. His c**k has become more rigid and I know that he is about to come. Grabbing the base of his c**k with my hands, I squeeze before popping the head of his c**k out of my mouth. Thomas looks down at me with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. I know he is asking himself why I stopped.
Sliding my body up his, I make sure
