Shasha sprawls across the rumpled sheets, her dark hair splayed like ink across the pillow, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. The mattress groans under her shifting weight, the springs whining like a tired. Her fingers twitch against the fabric, nails dragging half-hearted patterns into the c*tton.

A bead of sweat rolls down her temple, catching in the hollow of her collarbone before vanishing into the dip between her breasts. She doesnt bother wiping it away. Her attention is elsewhere fixed on the thick, veined length of him, pale against the darker skin of her thighs, the way it pulses with every throb of her own heartbeat. She exhales through her nose, a sound thats half-laugh, half-whimper, her lips parted just enough to let the cool air brush against the wetness there. Her throat works, swallowing nothing, the muscles already sore from earlier.

She shifts, rolling her hips just slightly, feeling the drag of him against her inner thighs. She would taken him deep and let him paint the back of her throat while her fingers dug crescents into his *ss. She can still taste it, bitter and thick, clinging to the roof of her mouth like syrup. Her tongue darts out, pressing against the back of her teeth, and she hums, low and throaty, the vibration making her own body clench.

Then she leans forward.

Her hands find his hips, fingers spreading wide, thumbs pressing into the dip just above his pelvis. She doesnt rush. Theres no need. The night is theirs, the apartment silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies moving together. She drags her nails down the sides of his thighs, watching the way his skin prickles, the way his breath hitches when she grazes too close to the sensitive flesh behind his knees.

F*ck, he mutters, voice rough, and she smiles against his skin.

She doesnt answer. Instead, she takes him in her mouth again, slow and deliberate, her lips stretching around the girth of him. The tip presses against the back of her throat, and she relaxes, lets it slide deeper. Her gag reflex is a distant memory by now, something she is trained out of herself over months of this of taking him until her eyes water, until her nose runs, until her throat b*rns raw. She hollows her cheeks, pulling back just enough to let the cool air h*t the wetness before diving down again.

Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth, slick and warm, trailing down her chin. She doesnt wipe it away. Let it drip. Let it mark her. Her nose brushes against the coarse hair at the base of him, and she breathes in deep. Her sinuses b*rn, the pressure building behind her eyes, but she doesnt stop. She cant. Not when his fingers tangle in her hair, not when his thighs tremble under her palms.

He groans, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest, and his hips j*rk upward, shallow and uncontrolled. She takes it, lets him f*ck her mouth in short, desperate thrusts, her own body aching with the need to be filled. Her free hand slips between her legs, fingers finding the slick, swollen heat of her, circling her clit in tight, frantic l*ttle motions. The pleasure coils low in her belly, tight and hot, but she doesnt let herself go. Not yet.

Her throat convulses around him, the muscles fluttering, and he curses, his voice breaking. She feels the first pulse of his release h*t the back of her tongue, thick and salty, and she swallows instinctively, her throat working around him. But hes not done. He never is. The second spurt is heavier, and she gags, just slightly, the sound muffled around his c*ck. Her nose stings, the first warning of tears pr*cking at the corners of her eyes.

Her eyes water now, the tears cutting clean paths through the mess of mascara. She pulls back just enough to breathe, her lips still wrapped tight around the base of him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. C*m spills from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat. She swallows again, but its too much. Her stomach clenches, rebelling, and she feels the bile rise, bitter and b*rning.

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