After a long while, she finally pulled her mouth off my cock, her lips parting slowly with a wet pop. Thick strings of saliva stretched and clung stubbornly between us, drooling down and sticking to the shaft, glistening in the light as if refusing to let go. It looked filthy and obscene, and yet… so fucking erotic.
"Fufufufu… Now, it seems you're more than ready. My vagina is also wet enough to take you in, Lord Leon," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.
She wasn't lying.
Her pussy was soaking—no, it was absolutely drenched. It wasn't just wet, it was gushing so much that it almost felt like it was raining straight down on me. Her juices were dripping endlessly, splashing against my face, sliding across my skin, covering me with her scent and stickiness. My face was practically coated with her nectar, so much so that every breath I took carried her intoxicating, musky sweetness.
