Chapter 122: A Lesson From Her Past (R-18)
Her face was stretched forward as she sucked on him, her nostrils flaring slightly with the effort. Despite the size of his penis filling her mouth, her cheeks were drawn inward around it as she continued.
What was so exciting about seeing her make such an unflattering expression while pleasuring him? Some people might have wondered.
Max knew the answer.
It wasn’t simply about whether someone looked beautiful in every moment. Sometimes, what made a sight exciting was seeing just how far someone was willing to go to satisfy you—even if it meant completely abandoning their usual composure.
And Yennefer was the perfect example.
Who would’ve imagined that such a proud woman could make an expression like this?
Max vaguely remembered a term for it from his previous life: a vacuum blowjob. The name came from the way the lips stretched forward, creating an exaggerated, almost tube-like shape around the mouth.
Seeing Yennefer make that expression was strangely satisfying.
It wasn’t conventionally pretty.
"Where did you learn to give blowjobs like that?" Max asked, his hands resting on the large breasts pressed against his thighs.
Yennefer finally pulled away, taking a deep breath as she swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth.
"My husband used to love getting blowjobs..." she replied.
Max was surprised when she mentioned her husband.
It wasn’t exactly the sort of thing he expected to hear from a woman who was currently involved with another man. Unless, of course, she had some very unusual tastes.
"Who wouldn’t?" Max said with a grin. "The expression you make while doing it alone would probably be enough to make half the men watching lose their minds."
He reached for his phone.
"Actually, let me show you..."
He turned on the front-facing camera and held the phone up between them, angling the screen so Yennefer could see herself.
Yennefer watched herself on the screen.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her lips were stained with saliva, and a trace of Max’s semen remained near the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were watery, while one hand still held Max’s penis firmly.
The sight was strangely revealing.
She didn’t look frightened or forced.
If anything, she looked like a woman who had willingly chosen to do what she was doing, even if her expression still carried plenty of irritation.
"Stop it..." she muttered, quickly looking away from the phone.
Her eyes fell back toward Max’s penis instead.
Its veiny surface glistened with her saliva, the heat of it still pressing against her breasts.
But if Max had been asked, he would’ve said her mouth felt even hotter.
When she’d used it to gather the semen from her breasts and then clean it away, the warmth had made his penis feel almost as though it were melting against her.
"I know how I look, so just focus on yourself..." Yennefer muttered.
She lowered her gaze again and returned her attention to Max, no longer looking at the phone.
Max, however, kept recording.
This time, he’d switched to the rear camera, keeping the phone positioned so the focus remained entirely on her mouth.
Yennefer didn’t seem to care anymore.
From the very beginning, she took him deeper than before, determined to show that she could handle more than she’d managed during the first attempt.
Max watched the screen with an increasingly satisfied grin.
"No, you don’t..." he said.
He gently made her look up while keeping the phone steady. The camera shifted from her full face to a tighter view, focusing on her lips as they stretched while she moved steadily back and forth.
She kept the same stretched expression as she continued, while Max let out a quiet grunt whenever she moved lower. The sensation was becoming increasingly intense, and he found himself struggling to keep his attention anywhere else.
"Did you only do this with your husband, or with anyone else?" he asked.
He was genuinely curious.
After all, Yennefer’s technique was far more practiced than he’d expected. He wanted to know how she’d become so skilled—and whether her experience came entirely from her marriage or from somewhere else.
She maintained the same stretched expression as she continued, taking more than half of his length despite the difficulty. Her lips remained tightly sealed around him, maintaining steady pressure with every movement.
Max waited for an answer to his question.
Instead, all he received was a sharp glare from beneath her lowered eyes.
Yennefer was already regretting mentioning her husband.
The answer to Max’s question was simple enough: yes, she’d only ever done it with him. That was precisely why she was having trouble taking Max fully into her mouth.
No matter how she adjusted herself, those last few inches simply wouldn’t cooperate.
Max hadn’t complained about it, but Yennefer couldn’t help feeling strangely determined to manage it anyway.
Perhaps it was pride.
She didn’t want to admit that her husband had been smaller than Max.
He had been.
But admitting it out loud was another matter entirely.
It wasn’t because her husband had given her an unsatisfying marriage. Quite the opposite—Yennefer had enjoyed a perfectly satisfying sexual life with him, and she’d never felt the need to change that.
Max’s arrival had complicated things in ways she hadn’t expected.
From his expression, Max seemed to have guessed at least part of what was going through her mind—not the thoughts about her husband, but her growing frustration at being unable to take him completely.
He kept recording as he placed one hand gently against the back of her head.
"Should I assist a little?" he asked.
She glared at him at first.
Then, after a moment, she moved her hands from his penis to his thighs, giving Max a clear indication that she was willing to let him help.
Max smirked.
Yennefer lowered her eyes and carefully adjusted herself, attempting to take in the remaining length as far as she comfortably could.
This time, Max took her hesitation as permission to help, gently guiding her forward.
Yennefer’s eyes widened as she realized exactly what he’d decided to do.
’This damn brat...’