Claudia melts a little in response, wishing she had her hands free so she could do more than just suck him down, so she could stroke his balls instead of just feeling them bounce off her chin as she worked. She loves this, the way he feels, the struggle to remind herself that he isn't actually choking her with his cock, that she should just keep going. It's been easier since Gabriel fixed her gag reflex, but instincts still try to interrupt her.

But she moans around him, urging him to thrust more deeply, to fill her as she was meant to be filled. To make her his once more.