The moment Misuzu's soft lips made contact with the tip of Kouhei's dick, a shudder of pleasure coursed through his body. He clenched his jaw, a low groan slipping past his lips as the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him.
"Mm…!"
Misuzu sealed her lips over the sensitive head, her tongue flicking out to swirl around the tip, coating it in a slick layer of her saliva. The sensation sent a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to Kouhei's core.
"That's right, Misuzu. Just like that," Hina cooed, a playful smirk curving her lips. "Now, lick the underside… and then," her voice dipped into something more sultry, "look up at Kouhei while you do it."
Obediently, Misuzu lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Kouhei. His breath caught in his throat. The sheer intensity in her eyes—clouded with curiosity, submission, and something dangerously enticing—nearly unraveled him. His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them with white-knuckled force as heat coiled in his abdomen.
