Byung's face was shoved between Maui's thick thighs with enough force to snap the neck of a lesser goblin, the scent of her soaked pussy— thick and heady, like crushed berries. Her fingers dug into his scalp, nails scraping skin as she ground her hips forward, smearing slick heat across his mouth.
"Eat it like you're starving," she growled, voice low and guttural, the playful tease gone.
"Show me what that tongue's worth." Maui commanded him and this took him back to the brothel when they first met.
Maui liked to be in charge and he had no reason not to relinquish control for now because he was aware
He didn't hesitate. Byung's hands clamped onto her hips, fingers sinking into green flesh hard enough to bruise, and yanked her closer. His tongue speared inside her, rough and relentless, curling against the ridged walls that clenched around him. Maui's breath hitched; her thighs trembled, muscles flexing like steel cables under his grip.
