It was a near-impossible task, her lips capable only of encompassing the big cock head, completely unable to fully enclose the sheer size of the organ.
Ross's cock was a testament to a raw, primal sexuality, a towering monument of male power. She felt a strange mixture of perverse exhilaration and a growing fear in her gut.
This act of submission, this desperate performance, offered a strange kind of safety, a fleeting sense of control amidst the escalating chaos.
But the feeling was strong and sinful. And yet she was not about to go continue in her play as it invited the leader's dissatisfaction of her long foreplay.
Ten agonizing minutes later, the leader's patience, already stretched thin, finally snapped.
His voice, a sharp, cutting command, sliced through the tense silence, a jarring interruption to the silent, sensual cock service.
