The salty taste of his precum filled her mouth as she deep-throated him, her cheeks hollowed out as she took him in. Wu obeyed, his heart racing like it was about to pop out of his chest. His hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast. Her eyes began to water, her nose running as she struggled to breathe. His mere presence made Amanda’s skin crawl. COME HERE!” she snapped, her voice like a whip cracking through the din of chatter. For Sommer. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and anything but romantic—more akin to a ravenous huntress feeding than anything tender. His other hand moved from her cheek to her shoulder, then down to her large chest. Her eyes began to water, her nose running as she struggled to breathe. Since the day she had been forced to her knees before him, the power had shifted. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice thick with a crazed lust. His mere presence made Amanda’s skin crawl. Amanda was dressed in a tight red workout outfit that left nothing to the imagination. “Suck on my balls, deep throat me like the slut you are.”
Amanda leaned in, her eyes never leaving his, and took him into her mouth.
