I pulled my cock out. Slowly. The head emerged from her throat with a wet sound — a pop, a gasp, a rush of air. She coughed. Cum — no, pre-cum, the clear fluid that had been leaking from my cock — spilled from her lips. She gasped. Inhaled. The breath came in ragged, desperate bursts.
I sat up. Looked at her. Her face — flushed, tear-streaked, the eyes glazed — was the face of a woman who had been gagged and eaten simultaneously. Her mouth — open, panting, the lips swollen — was wet. Her chest — heavy, the breasts rising and falling with each breath — was flushed. The nipples — dark, stiff — leaked thin streams of milk.
Vespera's head turned. "What happened?" she said. Her voice carried concern. The blindfold prevented her from seeing. Her hands reached out — feeling the air, searching for something solid. "Mother? Are you all right?"
