Towers 9/17
Gothel watched as Roan sank to his knees obediently, her hand tightening up the slack on the leash. As she felt his warm, wet tongue on her, the Domme bit back a moan, and her free hand moved into his hair. The hum sent vibrations through her, and that along with the sensation of his nose against her clit made the Domme let out a small moan as she felt his tongue push inside of her. “Faster,” she commanded, her tone filled with arousal.
Roan’s cheeks flushed and his cock throbbed as he continued to lap at his Auntie, her juices flowing over his tongue and coat his chin. Hen he heard her moan, he smiled against her skin, glad he was doing good. Redoubling his efforts, he licked and sucked, nuzzling at her clit before latching onto it, using his fingers to stimulate her dripping core, teasing the lips but not pushing inside. He knew better than to penetrate her in any way without express permission.












