Eyes pressed tightly closed, she could not see the effect she had upon him, but she could feel the tremble under her tongue as it wormed and explored reluctantly around the shaft pressed between her lips. Her hands actually stilled for a moment, and then shifted to cup the small orbs in her palms, adjusting her fingers around her peacy nipples - and then pinched, her fear causing it to be harder than she'd intended, enough to send a painful zing into her bosom and draw a cry from her damaged throat, vibrating for a moment around the muffling gag of his very real cock.