The condom rolled in her mouth like a dare.
Dia gripped it between her lips, eyes locked on Leonhardt's cock—twitching now, fully hard, glistening, a vein bulging near the base like it wanted to break free of its sheath.
Too big...
She wanted it to hurt.
She wanted it to split the rubber open so she could feel the swollen, bulbous tip grind raw against her throat. She liked the heat, the taste, the risk. Her fingers dug into her own thighs as she lowered her head, the condom dragging across her tongue.
Please break… she thought, barely breathing.
It didn't.
It stretched.
The rubber strained and tightened as she eased it down with her mouth, inch by inch. It clung to the shaft, coating each vein, hugging the girth so snugly she could see the way his cock curved slightly upward beneath it. The material turned almost translucent under the pressure.
It was obscene.
Worse than anything she'd imagined.
And she couldn't stop.
