Her face was pressed into his abdomen. She held it there. Three seconds. Her throat convulsing.
She pulled back, gasping, saliva trailing in a long string from her lips to his cock, and she looked up at him with wet eyes and a flushed face and the expression of a woman who had just done her best and was looking for confirmation.
His expression: attending, warm, unchanged.
Not hard.
"Move." Gia pulled Nara back by the shoulder — not rough, just the competitive shoulder-bump of two women sharing a limited resource. "I'll do it."
"You can't—" Nara started.
"I can," Gia said flatly, and swallowed him.
The deepthroat Gia performed was committed, pride-driven, the deepthroat of a woman who was also solving an engineering problem.
