The added lubrication made smoother, and steadier Naylyn's hand motion, tortuously stroking Vurckair's veiny cock.
Hunger ablazed in her gaze; Lethargically leaning down; Her aqua-green eyes still locked on the young man's seasoned face.
Vurckair noticed the intention, touching Naylyn's chin before the damsel's tongue swiped away the precum bead over the bulbous head.
Her hanged tongue, along tha puzzled reaction made her look goofily silly. 'Did i made a mistake?. He doesn't seem displeased…'
"Adorable…"
Embarrassment filled Naylyn; Her cheeks blushed so fast, and bright, they felt like scorching glass.
"Don't rush, Nalune. Besides. There is a step before…"
'Is there a protocol to follow?!. Why i'm finding out just now!. This is important for an integral development as a person. We should receive adequate etiquette and technique during our educational training!.'
Naylyn mind was clouded with redundant ideas that had the same inconvenient; Her lack of experience.
