A few seconds passed, Zannie let out a scream, her thighs clenched reflexively to clamp Ain's head. "Oh, let go, Annie, I'm having trouble breathing."
"I'm sorry Ain."
Ain was pulled by Zannie, his neck, and head rubbed affectionately. For a moment, Zannie was very worried about Ain's condition.
"Hahaha, thank you. It turns out you care about me."
"Of course I care, I looked for you for years." Zannie stroked Ain's head more often, not infrequently blowing air into his head in the hope that her mate's pain would decrease.
Zannie corrected her sitting position not only to make it easier for Ain to eat but also to pay attention to her comfort. Then Zannie straddled wide. As she did so, Zannie could see Ain gulping down a lump of saliva.
How could Ain not drool, in front of Ain, Zannie's tiny gaping hole twitched, blinking slowly as if greeting Ain through body language movements.
