Under the veil of night, our intermingled breaths echoed in sync with the other's. A disgruntled sounding Cain unintentionally places more strength in his hold on the top of my head as I stifled a whimper.
"Hah...! Hrngh.... Darien... Haa... You don't... Need to... Ngh...!" Cain lets out a low grunt of pleasure as I took him as deep into my throat as I can while tracing my tongue against the thick veins on his throbbing member.
His size made my jaw feel numb with each bobbing notion of my head, but the sound of his pleased moans felt like it was more than enough of a reward for my minute amount of suffering. I could clearly tell how he felt from the abundantly pungent scent of his pheromones leaking from him unintentionally, the pulsing of blood in the veins on his member, the twitch of his ball sacks and the dense coating of precum trickling down my throat, raising my confidence in my technique and ability to arouse him which subsequently triggered my body to feel excited as well.
