"Slurrp… chuup… mmmh~♡"
Gray's fingers tightened in her half-blonde hair, but he still did not force her deeper. He let her set the pace.
Lyra bobbed her head steadily, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet hotel room.
Saliva ran down the thick shaft and over her fingers. Every time she pulled up, her tongue swirled around the swollen head, collecting the precum that kept leaking out.
After a while, she slowed, then pulled off completely with a soft, wet pop.
A thin string of saliva still connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. She looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed, lips shiny and swollen.
A small, teasing smile curved her mouth.
"You always stared at them, you know."
Gray's brow furrowed slightly, still breathing heavily.
Lyra sat up straighter on her knees and reached to grab her breasts, cupping them from underneath with both hands, lifting the soft weight and pressing them together so that a deep, warm valley formed between them.
