Her lips parted, the air itself turned thick, pressing down on her tongue.
Devon did not move at first. He simply rested the swollen head of his cock against the plush center of her lower lip, letting the weight of it sink in, letting her feel the heat radiating off him in waves.
Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the slick crown back and forth, painting her mouth in long, glossy strokes that left her lips shining with the mingled taste of Serena and himself.
The flavor coated the back of her throat before he had even pushed inside, and the scent alone, thick, sexual, unforgiving, slammed into her senses so hard her clit gave a vicious, involuntary pulse she felt all the way in her teeth.
He fed himself in one slow, relentless inch at a time.
The stretch was obscene. Her lips thinned and burned around his girth, spit already pooling hot and urgent beneath her tongue.
