Claude grabbed a handful of Sabine's hair and gently but firmly pressed her head down, forcing more of his thick cock past her stretched lips.
Her small mouth could barely manage his size, but she didn't resist—her hands clung to his thighs, her throat tightening as she took more of him in, drool trailing from the corners of her lips.
"Mmmmpphhh!!!"
She moaned around him, the sound muffled and wet, her throat spasming with every inch he fed her.
Down below, Vivi was still dutifully licking his balls, her breath warm against his sensitive skin.
She paused to purr, "Do you like it, Your Majesty? Am I good?"
Claude hissed, his voice low and commanding, "It's good—but not enough to make me cum. Do better, sweetheart."
Encouraged by his words, Sabine quickened her pace. Her tongue slid along his shaft with every bob, pausing occasionally to suck hard on his sensitive tip.
The combination of tightness, suction, and her tongue's eager work made his hips twitch.
