The tops of Zannie's erect nipples were pinched, Ain appreciated these objects because they produced breast milk, cupping them and collecting them in the tips of three fingers.
Zannie's eyes were closed tightly, she couldn't hold back a moan even though she still felt strange about her voice. Fuck, she wanted to make Ain happy. Apart from that, since earlier, without realizing it, she had been continuously sighing in pleasure.
Zannie knew Ain could hear her moans and groans, she knew that wizards liked it so Zannie didn't care if she was disgusted.
Zannie's efforts were accompanied by no half-hearted intentions, she idly raised her head to reveal more skin on her neck and at the same time made it easier for Ain to taste, suck and bite. It's up to him to make whatever mark he wants.
Do whatever, Ain is free to enjoy her.
