Her tongue slipped out—pink, wet, hesitant.
She pressed the tip of it to the swollen tip before she sealed her lips around the swollen head and began to suck.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
Her tongue moved—small, innocent stroke at first, tracing the flared ridge, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that welled at the slit.
Then, she swirled.
Lapped.
Explored.
Mika twitched hard, gripping the sheets, a low groan escaping his throat.
This was in no way because of Fauna's skill because it was nonexistent and she was amateurish in the sweetest way.
She didn't deep-throat.
Didn't bob aggressively.
Her lips stayed focused on the head, tongue fluttering uncertainly over the sensitive underside, occasionally dipping lower to trace a vein.
But the very innocence of it—the clumsy eagerness, the way she struggled to figure out what to do while still trying so desperately—made it feel impossibly good.
