Monica stayed on her knees between Luke's spread thighs, her heavy breasts hanging full and swaying gently with every breath.
She leaned forward, lips parting as she took his still-hard cock into her warm mouth.
The taste of them lingered—salty, thick, intimate—and she savored it, humming softly around him as her tongue began to work.
She swirled slow circles around the swollen head first, tracing every ridge, lapping up the last creamy traces of his release mixed with hers.
Then she sank deeper, inch by inch, until the thick length nudged the back of her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, lashes fluttering, but she didn't pull back.
Instead she pushed forward, relaxing her throat until the tip slipped past that tight ring and she gagged softly—*glk*—a wet, helpless sound that made her cheeks flush hotter.
