Mira choked softly as she was guided deeper again, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. The filth in Sera's voice, the weight of Julian's cock on her tongue, and the terrible pull of the suggestion tangled together until her thoughts felt slick and disordered.
Julian looked down at both of them with dark hunger.
"Keep going," he muttered. "Both of you. I want her mouth full while she thinks about it."
Sera smiled and pushed Mira down once more.
"You heard the Young Lord," she said. "Suck. And decide how much of a good wife you still plan on being when this cock is finished with you."
Mira's only answer was a wet, broken sound as her lips slid lower again.
**
Julian's breathing grew rougher.
The careful control he had held for the last few minutes began to fray.
"mhhh...yes..."
Sera was the first to notice this. She tightened her grip on Mira's head and guided her with more purpose now.
"He is close," she murmured. "Do not stop."
