He stared at the ceiling of the open night sky above.
The stars were quiet, the lanterns swayed, and the bamboo fountain kept its steady, indifferent rhythm.
Tok... tok... tok...
And beneath the water, Isabella was completely unbothered.
Gluckh... gluckh...
Her mouth had taken him in fully now.
He could feel the soft, warm press of her lips wrapped around his cock beneath the surface. The heat of the spring and the heat of her mouth blurred together into something that made it very hard to think clearly.
Her tongue moved slowly, dragging along the underside of his cock. Flat and firm and impossibly patient.
Gluckh~ gluckh~...
He kept his face neutral.
This was, without question, the most difficult thing he had ever done.
Vivian shifted slightly beside the edge of the pool.
"Mmm..."
A small, sleepy sound left her lips.
She resettled, her eyes still closed, with one arm draped loosely over the stone. She looked like a painting that showcased someone fully relaxing.
