Mika looked down at Fauna, a flicker of worry crossing his face.
He had lost control for a moment—shoved his cock deep into her throat, driven by the overwhelming pleasure of her eager mouth and the taboo thrill of it all.
Her lips had barely been able to stretch around the head before, and yet he had forced it all the way in, coming straight down her throat without giving her a chance to adjust.
Guilt twisted in his chest.
He opened his mouth to ask if she was okay—if she needed water, air, anything—but before the words could form, Fauna stirred.
She lifted her head slowly from where it had rested against his thigh, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening.
She glanced up at him—shy, almost timid.
Then her gaze drifted downward again to his cock.
Still rock-hard.
Still glistening with her saliva and traces of his release.
And to Mika's complete surprise, she leaned forward without a word and started licking it again.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
