She understood now—the glee on Mira and Seraphina's faces. The thrill of his cock filling her throat, the power of his grunts, it was fucking addictive. Nyx mixed it up, pulling back to suck just the tip, her tongue swirling in tight circles, then plunging deep again, her throat constricting around him.
Each change drew a fresh grunt from Deus, his body tensing, his pleasure spiking with every new technique.
Seraphina, now at his balls, took one into her mouth, her lips warm and soft, sucking gently before applying just enough pressure to pop it out with a wet, playful sound. She moved to the other, repeating the motion, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin before letting it slip free with another soft pop.
Disappointed at first—sucking balls wasn't as good as sucking dick—she still found it fun. She took both balls into her mouth, her tongue rolling over the sack, swirling and massaging them with a slow, sensual rhythm.
