“Alright, alright... I was just about to do it, so stop whining.”
He was truly a wicked tiger. Treating her, who was nearly fainting from shock, like some kind of animal in heat desperately asking for his husband’s cock.
“Y-You rascal! Let go of me! Let go!”
But Dohwi ignored her struggles and buried his lips between her peach-like cheeks.
“Let go... Ah!”
His stiffened tongue touched her perineum. Sohwa instinctively lifted her heels and raised her butt. At the same time, Dohwi lifted her trembling bottom higher as his tongue moved lower.
“Ugh...!”
Sohwa’s writhing waist arched sharply. Naturally, her bottom lifted like a cat in heat.
Dohwi spread the pair of plump peaches in front of him with his thumb, extending his tongue and tilting his head back like he was drinking a stream of nectar.
The small, wet hole easily met his tongue.
“Mmph...!”
Slurp... Slurp.
Just like when he sucked her milky nipples, Dohwi eagerly lapped up her nectar.
