She did it again and again and again, each time gasping and taking him down right after. She needed him more than she needed air, and she had no idea why it was so strong now.
She let out another desperate moan, the sounds she was making would have mortified her if she had enough sense to care. She was losing it, she needed it all.
She pulled back and panted hard, resting against his thigh with his cock laying against her face as she watched him, her gaze drunk and glazed with lust.
He blinked, genuinely surprised she got off so much from that, before smirking darkly down at her, "Who's my good little whore, huh~? Did you like daddy spitting in your mouth~?"