"Mmmh…! ♡"
Her saliva tasted sweet, tinged with the seafood linguine they had eaten earlier, a faint buttery richness on her tongue.
It was warm and slick as it coated Lancel's own, carrying that subtle savory note every time their tongues slid together.
The taste made the kiss feel even more intimate and dirty, as if he was tasting their shared meal while she melted against him.
This must've been the real picnic she was preparing.
"Mmph?!"
Slowly, Ishtar's hand moved toward his bulge before gripping it, giving it a nice rub. The stimulation was there, but it wasn't quite right.
Ishtar was merely rubbing her hand around the base, so Lancel guided her hand upward until her fingers wrapped around the glans, the most sensitive part of his cock.
As they kissed, Ishtar kept stroking him through the fabric, her palm pressing and rubbing over the swollen head.
