The room had become a sensory vacuum where nothing existed outside the wet, punishing friction of their bodies and the desperate hunger of their mouths. Mike refused to break the connection, keeping his lips sealed against hers as he continued to drive his hips forward with relentless force.
Each thrust was a deep, wet intrusion that seemed to reach all the way to her soul.
SHHHLLLLUCK... PLAP... SHHHLLLLUCK!
Inside her mouth, the battle of tongues had become a dance of pure ecstasy. Their tongues clashed and twisted together, slick with saliva that pooled between their lips.
Mike's tongue was aggressive, sweeping across hers, claiming every corner of her mouth while Maya met him with equal fervor, her tongue curling around his in a desperate attempt to suck every drop of pleasure from him.
'Oh fuck, the saliva...' Maya thought, her mind spinning in dizzying circles. 'We're just... we're exchanging saliva like animals, and it feels so fucking good.'
