Layla was appalled by the sheer size of his manhood; even when it reached her throat, she could still use her hand to grip it. She could hear his groans and ragged breaths—a telltale sign he was definitely enjoying what she was doing.
"..." he grumbled, closing his eyes shut when Layla increased her pace, using her lips skillfully along with her tongue to pleasure him. She could taste the precum dripping into her mouth; it tasted kinda salty and spicy, something she definitely cherished, knowing that it was coming from Michael.
Her hands were paining and so was her mouth. Well, not that she wasn't aware of his stamina, but making him cum was not an easy task. Michael, on the other hand, groaned and gasped every time his tip made contact at the back of her throat.
