Kiana held onto Liend's tongue, fingers firm yet gentle, as she leaned in—closer. Her breath hissed through parted lips, warm and steady, brushing across his exposed flesh.
"Watch how mommy does it," she whispered—a breathy husk of a voice, more air than sound, curling into his ears.
Her lips hovered near, the warmth of her breath spilling onto the side of his face.
Then, without warning—she gave him a small flick. A slow, teasing lick across his tongue with the tip of her own.
Liend trembled—a shudder rippling through his body—when Kiana gently cupped his cheek, the warm dampness of her palm grounding him mid-shake.
He centered himself, barely, as her touch settled him. Then, she pulled back just slightly—just enough for her entire face to come into view.
Her expression was soft... calm... compassionate. A mother's gaze.
Her lips parted, and in a low, hushed whisper meant only for him, she spoke—still cradling his cheek with care:
"Don't worry, Liend." Her voice oozed with sweetness, slow and syrupy, comforting as it coiled into his ears. "Mommy will ease you into it."
A calm, loving smile curved on her lips—her eyes dripping with sweet affection, soft and maternal. Slowly, Kiana leaned down, her tongue spilling from her mouth as her gaze fixed on his—on the pool of saliva in his parted lips.
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Kiana slowly leaned down, her tongue pushing forward as she guided Liend's own downward—clearing the path. She inched closer, lips descending from above, gently capturing his.
Her mouth parted over his, and she slipped in—tongue gliding deep into his mouth, soaking in the pooled saliva he could no longer swallow.She pulled back—tasting him.Then pushed forward again, re-entering, slow and deliberate.
Liend's breath hitched—shallow, ragged—barely able to draw air as she continued.Each motion drenched her tongue in him, and each time she pulled back, she savored it—sweet, warm, his.
Liend groaned softly, the taste coaxing more from him.His breath broke in cracks—faltering, shallow—barely holding on as her tongue claimed more.
Kiana pulled back, huffing—her warm breath spilling directly onto his lips.
"My son's too feisty," she murmured, a mischievous glint lighting her eyes.
Her fingers trailed along his face, palm pressing against his head as she guided him upward—control shifting with ease.Then, with a subtle motion, her teeth took hold—gently tugging at his tongue—just as her lips recaptured his in a deep, claiming kiss.
His head pressed into her mouth as she pulled him downward, taking him with her.Kiana's back hit the floor with a soft thud, but she didn't pause.
Instead, she pulled—deeper—drawing him in as she siphoned the slick warmth from his mouth into her own.
Streaks of Liend's saliva clung to her cheeks as Kiana slowly pulled back, releasing his tongue with a wet, deliberate unlatch.She gulped—taking in the taste of him—then exhaled, but not before parting her lips.
Her mouth opened.
Inside, slick and glistening, was his own saliva—pooled, stretched, displayed.A slow, deliberate show.
Liend's eyes locked onto the sight, unable to look away. He swallowed hard—mouth dry—only to wet it again instinctively, throat twitching.
Kiana stared back at him—cheeks flushed, chest rising, skin glistening with sweat.She was red, radiant, profusely enchanting in her own heat.
Liend remained suspended—his chest cushioned against the swell of her breasts—breath hitching, nerves on edge.His body twitched, unsure... wanting to move back——but unable to.
Kiana smiled—warm, yet laced with danger—as her hands slid over Liend's back, holding him close, keeping him from pulling away.
He remained frozen against her, breath heaving, face flushed and worked up—eyes wide with tension, caught between instinct and surrender.
Kiana met his gaze, calm and steady, her voice soft but unwavering.
"It's your turn, Liend." Each word was deliberate—measured.Spoken not in impulse, but with full intent... and control.
"Mommy wants to feel good too."Her voice dripped with mischief—playful, knowing—but beneath that tone… was something deeper.
A need.The quiet, aching want of a mother—wrapped in sweetness, soaked in affection.
And beneath that tenderness... was a woman.A mother in wet panties, burning with desire—need pulsing through every breath.
A need so sharp, so undeniable,she would do anything—anything—to have it fulfilled.To have it satisfied…by her son.By Liend.