Julian's hands tightened in Dena's hair, his grip forceful as he pushed himself deeper in her throat. Her eyes watered, her throat tightening as she struggled to breathe. Her hands tightly gripped at his thighs in a desperate attempt to pull back.
Rina laughed loudly, clearly entertained by Dena's struggle. "Look at her," she said, nudging at Achana.
Achana pulled back slightly and glanced at Dena. A sly smile crept across her lips as she pushed Dena's head further. "Take it more, Dena," she whispered.
Dena pushed deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate all of him as Julian began to move, fucking her mouth with brutal rhythm. His grip on her hair tightened, thrusting with relentless force.
Achana glanced at Rina, "Look at him," she said. "So forceful."
Rina chuckled in admiration. "Yes," she agreed, her eyes studying Julian's movements. "He looks more like one of our tribe members than some of the men of our tribe."
