Mila felt a sense of triumph when she heard that little hiss and purr that followed Zyran's moan. She'd never imagined she would bring that sound out of him, neither did she imagine she would enjoy sucking up on his hardness.
"Mm," Mila swallowed.
Zyran cursed once more, "Fuck..." He stretched the word like the way he would love to stretch the girl before him.
"Come here," he picked Mila up from the ground with a swift motion.
Mila's lips had already turned red, the most dripping down to her chest and slipping under her dress. She let Zyran lift her up the ground and lay her on the bed. Her eyes moved so fast like a curious cat wondering what next.
"You...you made a sound," Mila tried to catch her breath, she could still taste Zyran on her tongue. He was there, that saltiness and manhood whatever taste she could relate it to but it was just delicious in a bad way. In a sinful way.
