'For god's sake… slow down… her eyes gonna pop out,' Ravees muttered, watching Cassian slam his hips against Katherine's face, his thick member buried deep in her throat. Saliva and tears streamed down her face with each rough thrust, but Katherine kept going, fingers frantically working her folds, savoring the feeling of her throat stuffed and ravaged.
To Ravees, it was like Katherine's throat had become another set of folds, taking the brutal thrusts. She didn't know for sure but figured it must feel like that—why else would Katherine let Cassian use her mouth like he was pounding her vagina?
