Yelena pulled back slowly, lips glistening, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her mouth to the tip of Mika's cock. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, eyes half-lidded with pure bliss.
"Mmm…" She hummed softly, voice husky and dazy. "You taste...incredible, Mika. So salty...so warm...so wonderful."
She stroked him slowly, fingers gliding along the slick length.
"I always thought a man's manhood would be...wild, maybe even a little stinky." She murmured, almost shyly. "But yours...it's perfect. Thick, pulsing, delicious. I could taste you all day."
Charlotte, still kneeling beside her mother, puffed out her chest proudly.
"Of course it is!" She said with a giggle. "It's Mika's cock, after all! Probably the best one in the whole world. All the other little penises out there? They're nothing compared to this."
"Mika's is on a completely different level!"
She then leaned in, pressing soft, adoring kisses along the shaft, lips brushing reverently.
