In all Yelena's otherworldly travels—through the burning glass deserts of Xerathia, the endless twilight forests of Nocturne, the floating crystal cities of Aetheron, the frozen abyss of the Void Sea—she had seen wonders and horrors beyond imagination.
But even still, she had always wondered what heaven might feel like: a place of perfect peace, warmth, bliss.
Now she knew.
Heaven was her son's mouth on her pussy.
Mika's tongue plunged deep inside her again and again, hot and strong, curling against her walls, lapping up every drop of her arousal like he was starving for it.
His lips sealed around her clit, sucking with slow pulls that made her vision blur.
He spread her folds with his thumbs, exposing every sensitive inch to his relentless worship, tongue flicking, swirling, thrusting in a rhythm that drove her insane.
