"According to you?" Zannie said playfully, she was mischievously giving the best hand job, occasionally massaging Ain's cock, deliberately pressing the tip of her index finger on the cockhead.
"Fuck, don't tease me." Ain hissed, really wanting to fracture Zannie over to face his cock so that she freely provide full service.
Zannie smiled slyly. "There are no rules to the sessions, just no live sex."
Ain returned a werewolf smile in the same way. "Whatever, help me get rid of this heat." He bit his lip desperately to hold back a moan but grinned in the end. In the next second, he deliberately let out a sigh of pleasure, his eyes closed tightly, occasionally frowning.
Arzan was stunned to see Ain's beautiful, perfect face, he was extraordinarily handsome, the god must have dropped the entire contents of the measure when forming a spirit face before blowing it into the fetus.
