As he unbuttoned his trousers, his manhood sprang free, slapping against his lower abdomen. Desire pulsed through him so intensely that a bead of clear fluid had already formed at the tip. The veins bulging on its surface seemed ready to burst.
He gripped his throbbing member, a low, animalistic groan escaping his lips. His hands and neck were marked with protruding blue veins, a sign of the lust coursing through him. With a firm grip, he stroked up the shaft. He used his thumb to soothe the tip, which seemed desperate to enter Liliette’s warm body and spill its essence. As he pressed down hard enough to cause pain, a jolt of pleasure shot through him, pulling at the back of his neck.
“Haa….” he groaned.
