Zannie was so overwhelmed that she bit her lower lip to hold back a moan of pleasure. While Ain's fingers plundered the lower intimate organs, above he licked the skin of Zannie's neck.
Soft, chewy, and sweet. Even Zannie's sweat tasted sweet, awakening Ain's wild fantasy of regarding Zannie as a luxury dish. Ain can enjoy it as much as he wants, confirming Zannie's words, he does live in an extraordinary fantasy world.
Zannie held on to Ain's sturdy thighs, unaware that she had been lifted to sit on the wizard's lap. Zannie's eyes were closed but it wasn't darkness that she saw but Ain's mischievous grin, flushed pink cheeks, and an expression of incomparable pleasure.
Ain looks more and more seductive.
