Leonhardt closed his eyes, leaning against the headboard, his hand pressing Zafira's head down deeper, her throat tightened with a muffled, wet gag.
"Good..." He moaned as she pulled up, drool oozing down his shaft. Zafira took a deep breath before she plunged back down on him, her tongue swirling around the base of his rod. "Damn..."
Her mouth is like a pussy.
Leonhardt squeezed her hair tightly while thrusting upwards—he couldn't stop himself.
The pleasure when her throat tightened around his shaft overwhelmed him.
Her lips sealed shut over the glans on the way up, sucking harder with a slimy pop each time his member slipped free.
"Ngh... Gah..." She groaned and gagged as a thread of drool dripped to his crotch and pooled at the base. "D-Do you like it?" Zafira hummed, licking her swollen lips.
"Of course, it's the best." He grinned, touching her cheek. Zafira blushed before he pushed her down, her hot breath wrapping his head.
"Mnngh..."
