Silon, attuned to Niskha's every gasp and tremor, eased his relentless rhythm as he witnessed her breathless state.
With a tender reverence, he withdrew his venous dick from her mouth, the residue of her saliva clinging to his dick like a sultry confession.
Niskha, gasping for air, smiled up at him with eyes still ablaze with lust, her words a playful refrain, "Tanican sensation."
With a playful swipe of her hand across her moistened lips, she cleared away any lingering traces of her saliva.
Silon's desire surged anew as he reached for the small silk linen that modestly veiled Niskha's most intimate secrets.
Her playful resistance, a seductive tease, only fueled the flames of his desire.
Her words hung in the air, a question laced with promise, "Are you ready for true Plexan Pleasure?"
Silon's response was nothing short of confident, his voice a velvet cadence that oozed desire, "I'm born ready for the Plexure, baby."
