"Not until you do..."
The words left Galatea's swollen lips with a stubbornness that made his cock twitch against her mouth.
Luka watched her closely.
Upside down above him, with her blonde hair falling across his thighs, her blue eyes wet from gagging, and her lips glossy with saliva and precum, she still tried to glare at him as if this were some battlefield she could win through pride alone.
'What a troublesome woman.'
His hands tightened around her buttocks, fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he pulled her trembling hips closer to his mouth.
The scent of her body clung to his lips and nose, thick and sharp, mixed with the faint sweat of her skin. She had already come once, yet her pussy still trembled above his face, swollen, soaked and quivering whenever his breath touched her.
"Do what makes you happy, Lala."
Her body shook slightly from his response.
Then she lowered her head again, cheeks flushed and eyes unfocused, trying to take his bulbous head into her mouth.
