He groaned into her cunt as she moaned around his c**k -- a wet, obscene harmony of need and friction.
They moved in sync now, a rhythm as raw as it was intimate. Her mouth bobbed over him, slow at first, savouring the ridges of every vein, the heat, the fullness. Her hands gripped his thighs, holding herself steady as she took him deeper. Faster. Her jaw ached. Her throat burned. But it only made her hungrier.
Every time his tongue dragged across her c**t, her whole body jerked, her throat tightening instinctively around him -- and he growled into her, deep and low, the sound vibrating through her pelvis. She moaned in return, muffled by the c**k stretching her lips, the two of them locked in this spiralling feedback loop of sound and s*x and surrender.
Zoe's body was shaking again. He
