Kafka's hand slid from the crown of Olivia's head to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. His grip was firm, possessive.
"Deeper." He murmured, low enough that it made the women lean in instinctively. "Don't just play with the tip, Olive. You can do better than that."
Her brows knit, a muffled sound of protest buzzing around his girth.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
"That's it." He coaxed, rocking his hips forward just enough to press more of him past her lips. "Open wider...good girl."
She inhaled sharply through her nose, cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate him. The head stretched her jaw almost painfully, but she could feel his approval in the way his thumb stroked her temple.
From the circle, one of the employees whispered to the woman beside her. "God, look at her throat, it's already bulging."
Another murmured back. "I'd be gagging already." Her thighs pressed together.
