The way her pupils blew wide the instant she saw his fully erect cock made Max grin in pure satisfaction. His fingers tightened in her hair, yanking hard enough to make her scalp burn with delicious heat.
Agnia tried to remember exactly how she had seen Rosalia lick his tip that night. She had never tasted a man before in her life. Now that raw heat had completely overpowered her common sense, she had no idea what to do next, despite all the filthy promises she had just made.
She stuck out her tongue without a single word. A thick, glossy layer of saliva coated it in wet surrender. She leaned forward desperately, aching to reach his heavy cock, the strong, musky aroma of it making her head spin in the most intoxicating way. But Max's iron grip in her hair refused to give her even an inch.
"Slow," he ordered, voice deep and commanding, as if he already owned every part of her. "What are you rushing for?"
