Allen's cock hovered dangerously close to Tela's trembling pussy, the thick, veiny length casting a shadow over her sweat-slicked thighs. But instead of thrusting forward, he reached down, hooking two glistening fingers into her soaked folds, collecting the dripping wetness, and brought them to her lips.
"Open," he ordered, voice deep and commanding.
Tela obeyed, her lips parting as she took his fingers into her mouth.
"Good girl," Allen growled, his fingers sliding in and out over her tongue. "Now taste what a filthy little slut you are."
Slrp. Sschlpt. Mmmhh.
Tela sucked. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, eager, desperate, moaning as she cleaned them of her own essence.
But before Allen could push further—
SCHLORRRRP!
Something cool and wet slammed onto Tela's thighs.
"H-Hhhhn?!"
Her eyes widened as a pale, shimmering slime bounced against her skin, then slithered upward with an eager shlorp.
