Ji-hoon keeps Mikaela's head down his crotch, pressing him further down. The cock twitches around the walls of Mikaela's tight throat, his eyes getting watery.
Fuck…this lunatic.
Mikaela struggles as he takes it all in, brushing it with his tongue as it gulps down the pre-ejaculation. He can feel his knees grow weak in his kneeling position.
Ji-hoon starts moving, slowly at first, his fingers brushing Mikaela's hair, but gradually he increases his speed, ramping into Mikaela's mouth.
"Remember…no teeth, got it?" Ji-hoon pants, his voice hoarse.
Mikaela doesn't answer him, instead what comes out of him are muffled whimpers. He is barely kneeling properly at this point. His nipples poked through his shirt as they hit the bedframe at each thrust. Drool spilled out of his mouth onto the bed, Ji-hoon's thighs and drips to the floor. Even with his repressants, he can feel himself getting moist down there— and it wasn't sweat.
