Syna began to lick upwards to the inner thigh and placed a bite there close by his throbbing cock.
"Do you mind, sire? I don't think so…"
Without waiting for his reply, she sat on her toes and buried her head in Sinclair's thighs, gently licked the balls upwards towards the shaft. The haughty bride paused and smirked at him while she placed a kiss on the tip, then squeezed his cock in between her breasts, above the nightgown.
"Of course no…"
He couldn't even finish his sentence before her mouth had thrown his head back in pleasure and moans. The way Syna's mouth worked over his cock and balls made his mind go blank as he started reaching out for her, trying to touch his woman all over, wanting to get her dress off.
"Mmm... sit on my face, my love... I want to taste you while you taste me…!"
Syna groaned and stood up, turned around and teasingly removed her nightgown and underwear to show him a clear view.
