The Hidden Luna
Venkat almost looked like a child as he engaged himself with his woman's bosom, deriving erotic delight from the soft moans of approval that came from her.
Then he trailed wet kisses down to her stomach, his lips hovering over her fading dark purple bruise and he peppered faint kisses all over it. Kissing his way down to her womanhood, he mouthed at the cotton underwear and sniffed her core. "Stop that, It's weird," she lightly tapped his shoulder.
"I love the smell of your arousal," he said in reply as he pulled the hem of her stripped dark green underwear with his teeth and the omega-luna gasped, stopping him with her hand.
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