Impatient and yearning for his touch, she longed for his tongue to venture into her secret garden.
However, Orpheus believed in the art of worshiping a woman's body, cherishing every part with reverence. In his eyes, women were precious beings deserving of adoration, and he understood the importance of not rushing such intimate moments, especially the first time. So, he continued his gentle exploration, planting tender kisses upon her skin, each one causing her to tremble with anticipation, as he gradually moved further down.
Brynhild let out a sigh of relief and anticipation as his gaze finally shifted to the intimate space between her legs.
His eyes remained fixated on her moist, crimson entrance. Her delicate folds appeared plump and engorged from the lingering teasing.
