Veronica's protests were muffled around his shaft as he pushed her head down, forcing more of his length past her lips.
Her hands flew up to his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans as she tried to brace herself.
But her body was 'melting'.
Whatever pheromones he was leaking—whatever 'magic' this was—it was overwhelming every rational thought she had.
Her tongue moved automatically, swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salt and musk and something 'more' that made her pussy clench harder.
"'Mmmmph'... 'nngh'..."
She could feel drool starting to leak from the corners of her mouth as he pushed her head down further, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
But she didn't stop.
Couldn't stop.
Her body was on 'fire', every nerve screaming for more even as her mind tried desperately to regain control.
