Liend leaned in, hands rising to cup the underside of Kiana's breasts. She looked down at him, eyes glittering with playful mischief.
"Remember…" she murmured, her voice laced with heat.
"I know," Liend huffed, trying to stay focused—trying to breathe.
Kiana smiled softly, tilting her head.
"Go on."
He obeyed.
His hands rubbed slowly, carefully—palming the full weight of her breasts from underneath, both at once. His touch was firm, reverent.
Kiana let out a soft moan—barely audible, but it made something inside him tighten.
"Kiana…" Liend voiced, reacting at the sound of her.
But Kiana raised a hand, stilling him gently.
"Remember," she said again, voice steady.
"We're doing this for…"
Her eyes dropped—glancing toward his trembling, twitching cock below, slick and aching, barely holding back.
"…control," she finished, her voice just above a breath.
Then her eyes met his again—sharp, searching, waiting to see how well he was still holding on.
