Myrcella's tongue moved slowly and deliberately, up and down along my shaft, the warmth of her mouth contrasting with the cooler air brushing against my skin. She didn't rush it. She never rushed anything. Her tongue traced a careful path before sliding lower, teasing along her own clitoris, licking away the juices that kept spilling from her vagina, along with the cum I had already shot inside her earlier. It was messy, intimate, and almost reverent in the way she cleaned everything without a hint of hesitation.
"Aaaah, n-no… aaahh, s-stop that…~!"
Lilia's voice trembled, breaking apart between breaths. She looked down at Myrcella, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and helpless pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, and every time Myrcella's mouth made another wet, deliberate motion, Lilia's thighs twitched like they had a mind of their own.
