Her eyes rolled.
The involuntary, back-rolling quality of pupils losing their anchored forward position—drifting upward as her nervous system overloaded with the simultaneous inputs of his cock in her mouth and his fingers twisting inside her and the accumulated exhaustion of everything before. Her jaw went slack.
His cock slid deeper.
The natural consequence of the slack jaw—the easy, gravity-assisted forward press of his hips, his cock following the path her opened mouth offered, pressing past the back of her tongue with the slow, deliberate quality of a man who had been waiting for that opening.
"Mnngh—?! Hmmnnh—!!"
The sound was different now. Deeper. The wet, full, obstructed quality of a throat receiving something it had been given no choice about—her neck extending slightly, her eyes still rolling, the tears coming faster with the involuntary response of a body being used beyond what it had agreed to.
He reached back.
