With a satisfied, throaty moan, Rosalia's soft, plump lips stretched wide around his thick, throbbing cock, sinking down halfway in one smooth, greedy motion. She held him there for a heartbeat, savoring the heavy pulse against her tongue, before slowly dragging back up with a wet, obscene pop that left his shaft glistening.
The blistering heat of her mouth crashed over Max like a tidal wave, sending raw, electric pleasure surging straight up his spine and into his brain. He groaned low and deep, his fingers instinctively fisting tighter in her hair, the silky strands wrapped possessively around his knuckles. That firm tug only made her hungrier, her rhythm quickening immediately, her head bobbing with shameless enthusiasm.
