[ Laica's eyes drift closed at the soft touches, the way he purrs his approval. The awareness of the crowd watching dissolves as she focuses only on him. Pleasing him. Pleasuring him. She doesn't gag when his hips jerk, anticipating some sort of reaction.
Her eyes open when he asks her the question. But she doesn't move to try to speak. Instead she keeps her eyes locked on his, blue matching blue, as she tightens her lips around the base of his cock and they frost over. ]
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Her eyes open when he asks her the question. But she doesn't move to try to speak. Instead she keeps her eyes locked on his, blue matching blue, as she tightens her lips around the base of his cock and they frost over. ]