The tension in the room had reached a fever pitch, the air thick with the scent of musk and pre-cum. Kyle was hovering on the precipice, his entire body vibrating, his cock sliding in and out of Ella's mouth with a desperate, wet friction. He was seconds away from losing every ounce of his legendary control, his hips snapping forward in a rhythmic, primal urge to dump his load deep in her throat.
Then, the silence was shattered.
Ella suddenly bolted upright, jumping back with a gasp of exaggerated shock. She recoiled, her eyes wide and flashing with a carefully crafted, fake fury.
"What the fuck!" she hissed, her voice a sharp whisper that sliced through the haze of Kyle's lust.
