Five minutes later—
"H-Hah—!"
Lira's cry tore out of her throat, raw and broken. Her head slammed back onto the mattress, pink hair whipping around her damp face. Her mouth hung open, panting, drool glistening on her bottom lip, trembling from the brutal stretch her jaw had just endured.
A thick line of saliva still connected her mouth to the swollen, twitching tip of Cruxius's cock. It hung there, stretched thin and obscene… until—pat—it snapped, landing across her cheek in a warm splatter.
"Ahhh—" she gasped again, chest heaving like she couldn't breathe. Her throat jumped with every swallow. A tiny, whimpering moan escaped her without meaning to, and she clenched her eyes shut. One of her lashes stuck to her cheek where tears had smudged her makeup.
She was shaking.
