Her hands slid up the backs of his thighs—slow, reverent, fingertips digging into muscle as she pulled him forward until the swollen head of his cock brushed her lower lip, hot and slick, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum across her mouth.
She didn't hesitate.
The two inches disappeared between her lips with a soft, wet sound—her mouth stretching wide around the thick crown, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, tongue curling beneath the flared ridge like she was tasting ambrosia made sin.
Phei's breath punched out of him; his hands flexed at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her head right after he'd just pulled them away.
She took more.
Inch by thick, veined inch.
Her throat opened for him like it had been waiting centuries—relaxing, yielding, welcoming.
Eight inches. Nine. Ten.
