With Xenon growing more eager, Neveah's mind and body was overrun with sensations, the kind she had never felt before... the kind she had never thought possible.
Every movement of Xenon's eager tongue had Neveah trembling from head to toe and had King Jian not been there to hold her in place, Neveah was not certain she could have taught her body any form of control.
The pleasure coursed through Neveah's veins like a tidal wave, she gasped and panted, clutching onto King Jian's robes tightly.
Xenon's tongue moved even faster and Neveah's back arched, a wanton moan escaping her,
Neveah had not even thought it possible that one could move that wet muscle at such a pace, at such rhythm,
In this moment, Neveah was like a stringed instrument and Xenon strummed her to his tone.
His tongue slid deeper into her dripping sex each time, pleasuring Neveah in places she had not known she even had.
