She kept going, her lips sliding up and down his rod, wet and relentless.
Gon stood there, eyes half-shut, soaking in every second, the heat of her mouth was perfect, tight, slick, wrapping him in a rhythm that sent pleasure spiking through him.
Each time she took him deep, her throat fluttered around the tip, and he groaned, low and rough, the sound rumbling in his chest, her tongue pressed against the underside, teasing, and it felt like sparks igniting along his spine.
He loved the way she moved, the soft suction, the little noises she made, gags and hums that vibrated through him, it was raw, messy, and he was lost in it, hips twitching slightly as he let her work.
Then he noticed her hand slip down, disappearing under her gown, her fingers found her core, rubbing her clit in quick, needy circles as she kept blowing him.
