Riley's breath caught as he gazed down at her untouched core—her pussy, pink, tight, and glistening faintly with arousal.
The sight alone made his cock twitch, but instead of rushing in, he lowered himself between her legs.
Anastasia's eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do.
"W-wait—" she tried, but her protest melted into a desperate cry the moment his lips pressed against her sensitive folds.
"Ahhh! Riley!"
His tongue moved slowly at first, teasing her entrance, tracing every delicate curve, every fold, before sliding up to circle her swollen bud.
Anastasia's entire body jolted, her legs trembling violently as her back arched.
She had never experienced anything like this—her centuries of imagining intimacy had not prepared her for the reality of Riley's mouth worshipping her so tenderly yet so hungrily.
He alternated between slow, deliberate licks and fast, focused strokes, drawing out every gasp, every moan, from her trembling lips.
