Valtira.
My jaw was slack and drool was spilling down my chin freely, dripping to my bare skin, my chest heaving.
His length kept hitting the back of my throat repeatedly and I could swear that he was forcing himself down my throatㅡ trying to reach my guts if he could.
Finally, he pulled away, a trail of spit trailing from my drool filled mouth to the head of his c**k that bobbed free as he groaned. “I might need to reevaluate your skills again, Valtira. You're getting better at worshipping me now.”
I coughed, trying to catch my breath as I collapsed heavily to the floor while he towered over me.
He was staring down at me, the harsh lights in the room illuminating his face and making his features even more prominent. “Get on the bed now,” he ordered.
For a second, I didn'tㅡ couldn'tㅡ
