Hei Fei continued to suck without leaving the base of the dick, her movements precise and practiced, but one question kept nagging at Feng Wei: Where was her razor-sharp tongue? Why wasn't it hurting him more?
As he looked down, he saw that Hei Fei was lost in her own drunken pleasure, completely absorbed in her own deepthroat. She wasn't just mindlessly slurping; she was swirling his slender manhood inside her mouth with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Her throat gripped the tip with an intensity that sent waves of pleasure through him, but the sharpness he had expected—the bite of her tongue—was not there.
Before he could even think to ask her with his eyes, Hei Fei slowly began to pull back. And as she did, he got his answer immediately. Sharp hooks tugged at the base of his manhood and slowly scraped against the lower skin of his dick, lightly at first, then with more pressure.
