The stretch in my jaw burned, but it only made me wetter, my pussy clenching around nothing as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could.

  Ellie watched, biting her lip hard, then reached out tentatively, her hand sliding up his thigh, fingers trembling.

  “Can I help? Please, Mr. Matthew?” she whispered, her voice small and pleading, like she couldn’t resist anymore.

  He looked down at her, smirking as he kept thrusting shallowly into my mouth.

  “Yeah, you can help, lick my balls, girl, get your tongue all over them, make it good or I’ll make you regret it.”

  She crawled closer on her knees, her breath...