Thanks to my professional lecturing (if you can call my mental telepathy that), Vaelora—who's known to be a genius anyway—grasped it immediately.
She started licking into my mouth gently, so tenderly at first, the tip of her tongue tracing small, exploratory patterns along mine.
Then she got bolder, drawing little symbols inside my mouth with slow, intentional strokes, like she was mapping every inch.
She'd deepen it suddenly, pressing our mouths together harder so her small breasts squished softly against my chest, nipples brushing my skin and sending fresh sparks straight down to where Titania was still working.
The sexual high from Vaelora's sweet, learning kisses—her tongue growing more confident with every pass—layered on top of the incredible job Titania was doing below.
That constant, slick suction, the way her tongue kept curling and pressing, the heat and wetness and movement; it all crashed together at once.
