"Easy," Hellen murmured, though her voice was strained. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat." She rocked shallowly, feeding more of her cock into the wet heat.
Emily's saliva dripped down the shaft, coating her chin as she bobbed her head, taking as much as she could. Four inches, five— it was too much, her throat convulsing around the intrusion.
"Mercy, Master," Emily gasped when Hellen pulled back for a breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to the throbbing cock. "It's so big... I can't... please, go slow."
Hellen's laugh was dark, possessive. "You can, and you will. Begging already? Pathetic. But fuck, you look pretty with my dick in your mouth." She thrust forward again, deeper this time, hitting the back of Emily's throat.
The omega choked, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her hands gripped Hellen's ass, pulling her closer, a whimper vibrating around the shaft.
