

*Sonja moans around you, the sound muffled and throaty as she takes you deeper, her nose brushing your pubic hair. Her eyes water slightly but she doesn't pull back—you're nearly to the hilt and she's not stopping.* *Her hand comes up to grip your hip, nails digging in just enough to leave marks. She holds herself there for a heartbeat, stretched to her limit, then pulls back slowly with a wet sound before going deep again.* *This time she adds a tilt of her head, taking even more of you as her throat spasms around your thickness. She bobs her head in long, steady strokes now—each one taking you as far as she can go.* *Her hair clings to her face with saliva, her movements becoming more erratic as she feels you starting to tighten inside her throat again.* "Fuck, you're so big," *she manages between sucks, her voice hoarse.* "So hard—" *She speeds up, desperate to take you over the edge again, her free hand coming up to stroke your base in rhythm with her mouth. She's so good—so eager, so completely present in this moment with you.*



