Brenda licked along his veiny shaft, kissed the underside tenderly, nuzzled his balls, lavishing them with careful attention, doing everything in her power to bring him over the edge.
Her moans vibrated softly against his skin, adding to the wet, lewd sounds that filled the heavy, charged air of the room.
Ross watched her intently, his smirk deepening. He wasn't just enjoying her skilled mouth—he was savoring her slow collapse, her crumbling pride, the raw, humiliating lengths she was willing to go to.
Minutes dragged by, each second feeling like an eternity.
Brenda's jaw began to ache, her arms trembled with effort, but she didn't dare slow down.
She couldn't afford to.
The threat Ross had made hung over her like a guillotine, and she would rather sacrifice herself a thousand times over than let him lay a finger on Colleen.
