That was praise! Kolin was elated at it. She'd been complimented of course, she was pleased. She used her hands to work a bit more, as Jason spoke. Apparently he thought she might have been getting away with that one skill for all of her lives, and he was quite correct. The only thing Kolin or any face of Mai's ever offered as pleasure to another that didn't gain her something was a hand. How unfair. It wasn't like people didn't have their own hands, but she truly never really understood the point of doing anything that didn't directly benefit her. She wasn't the type of person who felt powerful by such an action. Power came with dominance. She lorded her body over people all the time, she lorded her position over people. She tortured, she decided, she vindictively chased after a specific idea of revenge against the people who slighted her. None in this age, aside from those old enough to remember, would even know what she was upset about. And right now... she barely remembered what she was upset about.
Now, the rod of Jason was sliding past her lips and tongue down her throat. And though she was a willing participant in this, never before had something touched this part of her mouth so deeply. Innately she gagged, repeatedly, but since he didn't stop it was just several strained convulsions of her throat. Moans came out as strangled noises but she didn't have a choice as she was being forced down his length. Though it was only a single movement it still burned her windpipe. She tried to breathe and found herself coughing and choking as result. If she couldn't pull back it'd simply lead to spillage of saliva uncontrolled from her mouth down his cock, onto her breasts, literally everywhere. This would have been gross to Kolin. She wouldn't have done such a thing... but here she was just waiting for praise. Was this what he wanted? She'd find out soon enough, even as she struggled for air and gasped for breath, as stars speckled her vision and she began to black out from not being able to breathe.