Chapter 409 Actor

Minutes dragged into what felt like an eternity. Anne's arms trembled from the effort, her hands slick with saliva and precum as they worked his shaft. 

Her moans vibrated against him, soft and helpless, though whether they came from the effort or her own spiraling arousal, even she couldn't tell anymore.

Finally, the strain became too much. 

With a wet gasp, her lips released his cock, and she fell back slightly, panting for air.

"Hah…"

"Hah…"

"Hah…"

Each breath was heavy and desperate, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. 

Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with saliva, and her cheeks burned with both exertion and shame.

As she inhaled deeply, Ross's scent filled her senses—a heady, masculine aroma that seemed to seep into her very skin. 

It was intoxicating, clouding her thoughts and making her pulse race.