*****
Schlup... slrrrk... mwah... slrrp!
The sounds of sucking and wetness filled the room.
The source was Amarillys, who was currently on top of Astan, "savoring" his large shaft with great ability and fervor.
At the same time, her hands—still covered in latex gloves—roamed the rest of the length she couldn't handle with her mouth.
She was causing a wet mess.
The funny thing was that they were both lying on the floor, not far from the door.
Ever since the first round, they simply hadn't stopped, and neither had taken the time to suggest moving to the massage bed or the couch.
They'd simply gotten caught up in the moment, and nothing else mattered.
Her fellatio was one of the reasons for the wet sounds, but it wasn't going to be the only one.
Astan, who was beneath Amarillys, noticed that, because Amarillys was on top of him and he was between her legs, he could see paradise right above him.
So he moved closer to her and—
Fwwtp... slp, shlrrrp, shhrkk!
