Aveline's eyes widened as the hot, throbbing meat log trespassed her lips.
'THIS VERMIN!!!'
She mentally screamed, but her mouth was currently occupied like a parking spot on Black Friday. One moment, it was a tender kiss; the next, the hot pole was prying her mouth open wider than a kid's eyes at a candy store.
Inch by inch, it disappeared down her throat until his pubes were tickling her nose and he was completely inside her mouth.
Surprisingly, it wasn't as uncomfortable as she had feared; it felt like his entire length was perfectly molded to fit her throat without causing harm.
Kaisen was in a state of bliss, like he'd found the Holy Grail of deep-throating: no gagging or resistance, just smooth sailing.
He slowly retreated, but not all the way out, leaving just his mushroom head nestled in the warm, wet cave before plunging back in.
