VELVET INFERNO: WHERE PLEASURE SCORCHES
She slipped off the counter, kneeling before him in her half-undone uniform.
She took him into her mouth with shy eagerness, her small hands stroking what she couldn’t swallow. Yuji groaned, one hand gently guiding her head as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue. The sounds were obscene. Wet slurping mixed with his low grunts and her muffled whimpers.
“Fuck… your mouth feels like heaven,” he praised in Japanese. “Suck a little harder, hime.”
Aiko obeyed, taking him deeper until she gagged softly. Tears of effort pricked her eyes, but she didn’t stop until he pulled her up, kissing her fiercely.
Sikat na Kabanata