Irelia intensified the rhythm, her lips stretched to their maximum around Kael's throbbing thickness, sucking with a voracious hunger that made her teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin, a delicious threat of pain mixed with pleasure.
She swallowed him whole with each thrust, her throat contracting in rhythmic spasms that massaged him like a tight, hot fist, while her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, tracing the swollen veins with quick, precise licks.
The hot water cascaded over her face, trickling from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the thick saliva that leaked from the sides, creating a wet, obscene sound—gluck, gluck, gluck—that echoed in the smoky bathroom.
Kael was broken, his knees trembling, his hands gripping her hair with desperate force, guiding her mercilessly now, fucking her mouth as if it were his last anchor in the world.
