As she lowered herself further, her kisses grew more intimate, her tongue tracing the lines of his abs, the muscles beneath her touch rippling with anticipation. Soon, Elysia found herself before the thing that had been tracing her body as she was tracing Noah's.
"Elysia…" Noah's voice came out in a deep, throaty whisper, his hands moving to tangle in her hair as she descended lower. But even in his desire, there was something tender in the way he held her, as if he cherished every moment between them.
Elysia's eyes trembled as she looked at the nine-inch rod pulsating before her eyes. She felt herself being dazed by the sight before her. 'This is Noah's… to think even the foreskin is not peeled back. Well, it's natural since this body is very new.'
Noah could feel Elysia's intense gaze on his lower part, even her hot, ragged breath kept hitting the exposed tip of his rod.
