With Emily's taunts egging him on, it wasn't long before Erik had buried himself in her throat once more. But this time, Astrid was clinging to Erik's backside and syncing herself with his movements. She looked down at her friend over his shoulder, eyes filled with fascination.
By now, Erik had foregone his previous actions and was actively fucking her throat. With one hand holding her leash and the other her head, he was rapidly pumping into her tight yet easily accessible throat. Pleasure practically burned his senses as he grunted wildly, rapidly approaching his own release.
His thrusts appeared to have no regard for Emily's comfort, who made constant sputtering and gargling noises as her saliva spewed everywhere. Not that she cared. Right now, her throat was just a tool for giving her master pleasure, and that was just the way she liked it.
So, she sat there, on her knees, eyes turned upwards in devotion and body motionless as Erik ravaged her throat.
