Feeling the pressure getting more and more unbearable, Sol slowly started moving and pushed deeper and deeper.
He rolled his hips in short, controlled thrusts, feeding more of his cock into her mouth on every downward bob. The wet heat of her stretched lips slid further along his shaft with each careful push.
"Ahhhhh! That's perfectly it," he muttered, voice low and rough as he watched another inch disappear between her lips. "Take a little more. Don't rush… just open for it."
Zeyra gagged softly the first time he brushed the entrance of her throat, a wet, choked sound vibrated straight up his length, but she didn't pull off.
She adjusted her angle, forced herself to breathe steadily through her nose, and took the next thrust even deeper. Spit poured from the corners of her mouth in thicker streams. Her eyes watering but she persisted and he kept going.
