[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.]
Cosette wrapped her fingers around his girth. It was hot to the touch, smoldering in anger as if his dragon had been meaning to spit fire. As she breathed in heavily, his mint breath wafted her nostrils.
Maxen's mouth fell open when she held the entirety of his manhood. Deep lines appeared on his forehead, torn between stopping her or letting her sate her curiosity. He clenched his teeth when she stroked it carefully, feeling her thumb on his head's tip.
"It's hot," she commented under her breath, aroused despite Maxen having stopped kissing and touching her. He just hovered over her stiffly, paralyzed in that position with her hand inside his pants.
"Ugh…" he grunted, lowering his head to claim her lips, only to whisper in her mouth. "Careful."
