"Latatouille's clothes are a little wet with piss, but… I don't have time to dry them. Hm?"
While I was checking the thin fabric's texture and scent, Iferasky got down on all fours in front of me. Is there something on the floor?
"Eh?"
For some reason, Iferasky crawls under my long robe.
Lucia's already gone, yet she's still scared of something?
"Hey, Iferas—"
*Chomp.*
She takes my erect cock into her mouth. So she wasn't hiding because she was scared!
"H-hey!"
*Chupa.* *Lick…*
She wraps the tip of her tongue around my glans. You damn cock-loving delicious pussy!
"Ugh…"
Is this really okay?
She might just want nutrients from my semen elixir, but is it actually fine?
"H-hey, this cock got hard from looking at Latatouille's pussy, you know?"
*Lick.* *Chupa.*
Iferasky presses her tongue against the tip from every direction, checking its elasticity.
"I-it's really okay? Even though it got hard from another girl…"
Instead of answering, she makes wet *chupa chupa* sounds.
