Analisa was still crouched in the tub, her body in a lewd pose she would never have allowed anyone else to see. Her thighs were spread wide, the fat of them pushing against her own stomach as she balanced herself. Between them, her hairy folds glistened, a wet shine running down toward the bathwater.
Her palms pressed down against Cassian's thighs, fingers curling into his skin, as if trying to control his movements. His hips were relentless, driving forward again and again, but her grip slowed the worst of the thrusts. His penis was already buried deep in her mouth, thick and heavy, stretching her lips wide and filling her throat until she gagged around the weight.
Drool ran from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts, sliding down the curve of her stomach. Every time he pushed in, the base of his penis smacked against her nose, choking her with the sheer length.
Her eyes watered, throat twitching around him as he forced her to take every inch.
