Zaque's hips jerked forward involuntarily, his length sliding past her lips further as Coco took him into her mouth.
A choked gasp escaped him— half surprise, half pleasure— as the warm, wet heat of her enveloped him completely.
Zaque's fingers tangled in her hair almost reflexively, not guiding, but clinging, his entire body tensing at the sudden intensity of sensation because every flick of movement from Coco sent sparks up his spine; he could barely keep himself from thrusting deeper.
He had given her permission to use him and Coco didn't waste any time to pull his pants down, putting his legs over her shoulders as she proceeded to kneel further into the bathroom tiles.
He was so glad that he had cleaned the bathroom when he woke up earlier, or else, he would have beat himself up for making Coco kneel on a dirty floor.
Coco's eyes watered slightly as she gagged around him, her throat instinctively tightening— but then she fought it.
