Lylia's voice rang out, startling both Noan and Noralia.
They looked at each other, but as Noralia was about to speak, Noan gestured for her to remain silent, then lowered his head and continued savouring the two soft mounds that exuded the sweet scent of milk.
"Mm… Um… Noan… you… stop… Lylia is outside," Noralia tried to suppress her voice, lowering it to the faintest whisper.
Noan didn't respond, simply continuing to indulge himself with her breasts, leaving her feeling both embarrassed and anxious, unsure of what to do next.
His wet, warm tongue engulfed her in a wave of desire, making her reluctant for it to end—she only wished for it to continue.
"Mm… Noan, don't… stop, Lylia will find us… mm…" Noralia moaned, pleading with Noan.
Yet he seemed oblivious, wholly engrossed in what he was doing.
"Mom!" Lylia called again from outside, "Are you already asleep?"
