Strax gripped Monica's hair tighter, his fingers digging into the gray, sweat-damp strands as pleasure consumed him like liquid fire.
His hips rose one last time, pushing his cock deep into her throat, feeling the hot, tight contractions around the glans.
"Fuck... Monica... I'm going to cum!" he growled, his voice deep and broken.
She didn't flinch. On the contrary, she sucked even more voraciously, her eyes fixed on his—full of possessive triumph, tears of effort streaming down her cheeks, but without a hint of regret.
Her hand pumped the base of his cock in perfect sync with the suction, his testicles pressed against her palm throbbing, ready to explode.
The orgasm came like an explosion. Strax grunted loudly, his whole body convulsing as thick, hot jets of cum flooded Monica's mouth.
