Hmchmm…
The kiss continued—wet, trembling, full of saliva.
Morvessa's eyes briefly opened,
her pupils trembling in confusion and pleasure.
Her lips were being sucked… by another woman.
And what her tongue tasted wasn't just lips.
There was saliva. Warm, sticky, sinful.
Some of it was Lilith's.
But the rest… had already mixed with the bacteria from Nathan's cock.
The taste of that sacred glock.
Lilith slowly pulled her face away.
A soft pop sound followed—
along with a thin string of saliva hanging like an absurd bridge between them.
"Your lips…" Lilith whispered, eyes half-lidded,
"…learn faster than I imagined, my daughter."
Morvessa let out a soft breath.
Her mouth was slightly open, her lower lip still glistening.
She was no longer squatting like a frightened bird.
Now, she knelt… like a nun who had just realized her body could get wet from the wrong kind of faith.
Nathan was silent.
His private glock twitched again.
Harder. More alive.
