Veyna's lips stretched slowly around the tip of Allen's cock. Her mouth was trembling, her breath hitched through her nose in tiny gasps as the thickness slid deeper across her tongue.
He groaned low, one hand fisting in her hair, but not forcing—just guiding. Letting her choose to swallow her own downfall.
"Mmh… fuck, that's it," Allen muttered, hips barely rocking. "Just like that, Veyna… look at you, already sucking cock better than half the brothel girls."
She whimpered. Not in protest.
She moaned around his shaft.
And that moan? It bubbled in her throat and rolled through her whole body like a second orgasm she hadn't even earned yet.
Behind her, Fina was nibbling her shoulder, hands sliding under the robe and teasing her slick, flushed pussy. "She's melting," Fina whispered, licking at the soft fur of Veyna's neck. "Dripping like a bitch in heat. You love the way he tastes, don't you?"
Veyna shook her head—but didn't stop sucking.
She couldn't.
