The wet, obscene sounds of her previous release still filled the quiet library — slow, rhythmic drips and soft splashes as thick strands of her cum continued to leak from her swollen pussy and run down the cleft of her ass onto the blackwood.
Her breathing was ragged only broken by occasional soft, involuntary whimpers that escaped her parted lips.
The air smelled thick with her nectar.
Instead, he leaned in again.
His tongue dragged slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up, collecting the thick, glistening mess she had made. He licked her with deliberate, unhurried strokes — not rushing to clean her, but savoring the taste of her cum while his tongue teased every sensitive fold.
Every time he flicked over her clit, Dravenna's bound body jerked against the ice restraints, a broken moan slipped from her lips.
