Nikita's golden eyes narrowed with a faint grin before her long pink tongue slid across her lips, leaving a sticky trail of spit.
"Oh?"
Her grip tightened around the base of his cock, and Nikolai's confident smile faltered when her thumbs pressed against the thick veins running beneath the skin. His heart pounded faster the moment their eyes met.
"Do you think I can't handle my own husband's cock?" She snorted.
"Tsk, you talk too much."
A dangerous little grin crossed her lips as he tried to answer back.
Selene shifted behind him, quietly with interest as she held Nikolai in place as Nikita leaned forward and dragged her soft tongue across the already leaking head.
'Her tongue is so fucking good...!'
Nikolai inhaled sharply.
The slightly rough surface of her tongue contrasted with the squishy softness of the tip, oozing with her spit. Yet she chose to tease him and refused to take him into her mouth immediately.
