"Sophia..."
"Mm..."
Sophia tried again, failed; again, no; finally fourth, she succeeded in letting Adam's penis fuck into her throat. The narrow, tight throat entrance contracted nonstop from physiology upon insertion, giving Adam indescribable sex pleasure.
Adam lost control; the scorching, intense, long-suppressed strong desire erupted, unstoppable like wildfire or volcanic rampage.
His prized rationality upheld gentleness exhausted; he placed hand on Sophia's nape, gripped her hair, and fiercely thrust into her little mouth.
"Mm, mm... mm!"
Sophia clearly uncomfortable; throat-fucking never pleasant. But this fucked feeling so familiar, recalling eighteen-year-old her, when newly deflowered Adam similarly ravaged her, intent on not stopping until broken.
"Mm~ mm~"
She should anger, should shame, but the throat wantonly entered brought pleasure unlike bodily, dazing her mind, intensifying, her below lewdly leaking.
"Mm!"
