With her underwear out of the way, Alros pushed his long tongue into her wet snatch, though not before licking her slit in methodical manner.
Irene bit her lower lips, but it barely manage to stiffle the groan coming out of her, more so when his tongue began to lap on her clit, sending mind-numbing pleasure to her core.
She shook her head in hope of removing the feeling of daze, but it barely did anything except causing him to become more unfocused.
"Hyaaahh!" with how experienced he was, Alros was able to easily made Irene reached her climax with just licking, the strategist seeing black for the briefest of moment due to his ministration.
With her love juice gushing out, the Archdemon lapped on the juice, removing it with his tongue and enjoying the sweet taste of it, all while the strategist of Golden Swan panted like a dog in heat.
