"That's enough."
"You don't want it or is it feeling too good?"
"F-ck you!"
"I sure do hope so."
Luther let his head hit back as I filled my mouth with him once again. I could feel the electric shock going down his spine as his back arched and his hips started to move slightly.
The sweetness of the cake mixed with the salty taste of my wife as his legs wrapped around my neck, blocking me from pulling back to breathe.
I could feel the tears rolling down my cheek as he mercilessly hit the back of my throat again and again.
I've got quite a clientele at the gardens for which I designed a special wing with special omegas. I've always seemed to silently judge these types of customers since their peculiar taste was not only not worthy of an alpha, but stupidly dangerous.
Breath play.
