Languidly and gracefully, Headmistress Lysandra parted her thighs more, allowing Aeric more passage to the glistening folds of her sex, which was now already swollen with arousal and leaking with her juices.
She felt as Aeric's tongue dug deeper, sinking into her pink wetness and licking her clithoris. Letting out a loud moan, she clutched his hair with her wild fingers and pushed his face deeper.
"At the very least," she mumbled, her lips wriggling in ecstasy. "This keeps that mouth of yours quiet."
Aeric smiled, he lifted his tongue and played with the tip of her clithoris before tightening his teeth around a fold of her sheet, pushing his lips inside, sucking and then letting go with a succulent smack.
"I had no idea you were not a fan of my voice, Headmistress Lysandra," Aeric said. "You seem to very much like my tongue, though."
