Blowjobs, especially under water, were never easy.
Even for Eva, who had long since grown accustomed to Christian's size, it still demanded effort.
But with enough practice, even that became manageable.
She kept taking him as deep as she could, where now, his length fully settled in her throat, her nose pressed against his groin. Her tongue strained to reach lower, lapping and pressing against him as she fought her gag reflex with everything she had.
Christian's hand rested against her head, fingers threading through her wet hair, guiding her subtly as her rhythm changed, growing less careful, more eager, more devoted.
At some point, he had stopped talking with Annabelle entirely.
All of his attention narrowed to the mounting pressure, the steady rise of release building inside him.
Perhaps Annabelle didn't like that.
Because suddenly, she reached up, took his face in her hands, and pulled him into a deep, greedy kiss.
That was all it took.
