Naíndra's tenderness is contagious, extending to Khallyon's actions, who is less hurried in drinking Etzchielle's sweet and fresh nectar, centering himself around the constant stimulation of the Damsel's flesh folds, which in return increases the fluids produced and released by the Lady.
The Young Man's long and soft tongue passes over Etzchielle's clitoris, enveloping the knob in a warm, slimy layer of saliva, paying fervent attention to the little buddy after noticing the biological response of the Damsel.
Each time Khallyon licks the small bulb, Etzchielle shudders with extreme pleasure, rolling up her green eyes exuding Åyûrïc Energy and trembling entirely as her hands clench into fists, wrinkling the bed sheet.
The compromising position with her legs being holded up, prevents the Damsel from having any type of physical response other than a spoken one.
