Her thighs now rested on his broad shoulders, and she instinctively crossed her legs around his back to ground herself.
Her fingers tangled into his hair, gripping it tight, tugging hard as he alternated between slow, languid licks and sudden fast strokes that hit every nerve-ending dead on.
"Ngghh…" she whimpered, deep in lust, her breath shaky—like a plea for something more than just his tongue.
He tormented her expertly, his tongue knowing just how to push her to the edge, where she would gladly beg. Because it was him.
She would fall apart, because this sweet madness, this unbearable pleasure, came from him.
Every time her clit twitched under his tongue, every time she trembled, Zeran's cock throbbed in return—hungry, aching.
He'd never felt anything like this, not just from tasting her… but from the way she surrendered at his mercy.
