Andrey looked down at Lumy—her sharp, serious face, those glasses slightly askew, her lips glistening as she looked up at him with a mix of nervousness and growing desire. Her usual cold, composed demeanor had cracked, revealing a quiet, longing desire she usually kept buried. The sight sent a surge of heat through him.
"Not enough," he said, his voice low and rough. "Add more saliva. Make it wetter."
Lumy's cheeks flushed, but she obeyed without hesitation. She leaned back in, her tongue dragging slowly along his length, coating him with a thick layer of saliva. She worked diligently, her lips and tongue moving with increasing confidence, her eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his gaze.
Andrey's breath hitched. A low groan escaped him as her tongue wrapped around him, slick and warm. His hand tightened in her hair.
'So good... her tongue is wrapping around me so perfectly... Felix, I'm sorry... but Lumy's mouth feels incredible...'
