Eleanor's tongue swirled around Julian's cock, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in deeper and deeper. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the air.
Julian's moan grew louder and more desperate. "You suck so good, sister," he groaned as his hands tightened in her hair.
The raw, pure desire in his voice sent a jolt of arousal through Regina, and she realized with horror that she was getting wet.
Julian's grip tightened further, his hips thrusting slightly as he pushed himself even deeper into Eleanor's mouth. Her hands reached for his thighs, seeking support, but Julian kept pushing.
Her eyes watered, and she gagged slightly, but she never broke eye contact with him.
Regina felt her own throat ache as she watched, imagining what it would be like to have him inside her mouth, to feel his length and girth. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shock, disgust, and a burning curiosity that she couldn't shake off.
