Julian's eyes narrowed because Fran didn't resist when pushed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, with Fran on the floor, gazing up at him with her hand holding his throbbing shaft.
Fran's lips parted eagerly, her breath hot and sticky against Julian's cock. The sound of her mouth wrapping around him—wet, eager, obscene—echoed in the quiet room. Her cheeks hollowed as her throat flexed.
His hips rolled, thrusting slowly into her mouth. Inch by inch, he fed himself into her warm lips. Each push made her throat bulge further, her tongue twitching against the underside of his cock.
She coughed once but didn't stop.
Her eyes watered, but she looked up at him through lashes wet with tears, stretching her mouth wide.
Julian grunted while his grip slid from her hair to Fran's soft, silky ears.
When his fingers closed around their base, pulling slightly, Fran's body reacted instantly. Her thighs tightened as she ducked her head, taking him deeper, with a low, sticky gag.
