Catrina's eyes watered almost immediately.
She made a soft, muffled sound around him, throat working as she tried to take what he gave her.
Her free hand tightened around the base of his cock while the other still cupped his balls, holding them gently as he began to move her head in a slow, controlled rhythm.
He was fucking her mouth now but not roughly — not yet — but with steady, deliberate thrusts that forced her to take a little more each time. Soft, wet sounds filled the cabin every time the thick head pushed past her lips.
Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and dripped down the shaft in thin, glistening strands.
Her thighs remained open and trembling, his two fingers still buried inside her, thumb circling her clit in time with the slow thrusts of his hips.
