Mike's rhythm shifted from a frantic pace to something much more deliberate and devastating. He began to grind his hips in a slow, circular motion while still maintaining the depth of his thrusts, a technique designed to maximize the friction against the most sensitive parts of her throat.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sensation was no longer just a blunt force; it was a swirling, heavy pressure that seemed to massage her internal walls from the inside out.
"NNNNGGHHH! HHH GLLLLK! MMMM PHHHH!"
Sabrina's eyes were rolling in her head, the whites showing as she lost all sense of where her body ended and his began. The bulge in her neck was even more pronounced now, a thick, moving protrusion that traced the path of his every lunge.
His very presence seemed to reshape her throat, stretching the skin so taut that it appeared almost transparent.
