"Perhaps, dear sister," Lyralei purred, her voice low and sensuous, "we should take this one at a time."
Sylvara, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, gracefully conceded. She shifted, leaning back slightly, allowing Lyralei to take her place. Lyralei moved forward, her silver hair spilling over Eren's thigh as she knelt between his legs. Her violet eyes, deep and knowing, met his for a brief moment before lowering to his pulsing, fully engorged dick.
With exquisite slowness, Lyralei's lips parted. She took the head of his dick into her mouth, a soft, warm embrace that sent immediate shivers through him. She didn't rush. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the swollen rim, tasting him, before drawing him deeper with a gentle, insistent suction. She moved with maddening deliberation, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled him further into her warmth.
