Leona's reaction was immediate. She popped her mouth off his cock, gasping, and twisted around to glare at him.
"Luca! W-What are you doing?! Why are you sticking your tongue in such a dirty place?!"
"Take it out! Take it out at once!"
But he didn't take it out. He pushed deeper, licking her sweet walls, drinking her juices, and she moaned despite herself.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
"Nooo! Luca, you can't! That place is dirty! You can't lick me there! Y-You dirty, dirty human!"
Her protests were fierce, but her voice was full of ecstasy.
Luca was a master with his tongue after all—he swirled it around her walls, touched every sensitive spot, then pulled back and licked up and down her slit like he was trying to drink every drop of nectar from her body.
Leona was losing her mind.
"No, no, no! You're not supposed to do that! But why does it feel so good?! Why does it feel so DAMN good?!"
