Tianlong looked down at her, his hand gently resting in her wild ponytail. His cock pressed against her copper-toned cheek, radiating heat that made her skin flush.
"It won't burn," he said softly, his voice carrying a tender edge she hadn't expected. "But it will stretch your throat. Fill it completely. You'll feel every inch sliding down."
Kaira's silver eyes blinked slowly. Her rough palm wrapped around the shaft, feeling the veins pulsing beneath smooth skin. Her other hand cupped his balls—heavy, warm, full.
"They're... so heavy," she murmured, squeezing gently. "Like stones made of flesh."
"They're full," Tianlong replied, his thumb tracing her jawline. "Full of what you'll be tasting soon."
She tilted her head, pressing her lips against the side of his shaft. A soft kiss. Experimental. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the skin.
"Salty," she whispered. "And... something else. Musky. Primal."
"That's called arousal, my wild darling."
