Kiana grasped his cock between her fingers, curling around it with care—too gentle for the desperation in her eyes. She looked up toward him, watching him writhe—eyes shut tight, breath shallow and ragged, barely hanging on.
She smiled.
"Watch this…" she mouthed, her voice thick with heat.
Lowering her gaze, she looked down at his cock—barely hard, not fully ready, but enough. Her eyes glinted as she hissed softly.
"Liend…"
She whispered his name as she slowly lowered herself. One hand remained curled around the middle of his shaft, holding it in place—refusing to let it fall.
"Mmm…"
A low moan slipped from her lips as the tip brushed against her dripping entrance—quivering, gaping, aching to take him in.
She arched her spine slightly, savoring the moment, then looked up again—locking eyes with the hissing, gasping Liend. His body trembled beneath her, every muscle twitching under the weight of overstimulation.
"Look here, baby…" Kiana whispered, her voice low and commanding.
Her hand rose gently, palm brushing along the side of his glans. Liend's eyes fluttered open—tears already welling, spilling down the corners of his face.
"Agh—!" Kiana moaned sharply as she pushed down.
Her hand kept his tip steady, firm. Then—suddenly—her hips dropped with force, slamming onto his waist with a wet smack. The tight, engulfing pressure of her pussy clenched around him—hungry, swallowing, determined to take everything in.
"Ugh!" Liend grunted, the sensation crashing through him.
But inside her, Kiana still felt it—his cock, not yet fully hard, soft and twitching within her slick walls. That jelly-like stretch inside her made her groan in frustration.
Still not enough.
Liend gasped, struggling to breathe, body tensed beneath her.
Kiana leaned down—her face close, breath ghosting over his neck. His vision blurred as he watched her above him, trembling.
Then she began to move—slowly, deliberately—grinding against him as she mouthed the words, barely a whisper:
"Liend…" she murmured, her voice carrying a soft, disappointed weight.
One of her hands reached for his, gently curling around it as she whispered:
"Why…?"
There was a low sadness in her tone—a quiet sting of dejection buried beneath the question.
"Why aren't you hard enough yet?"
She lifted his hand slowly, bringing it toward her.
"Is Mom…"
Her voice trailed off into something quieter—something more vulnerable or dangerous, it wasn't clear. She uncurled his fingers one by one, guiding them forward.
"Is Mom…" she repeated, her voice now just a breath as she brought his fingers to her lips—pressing them gently against her mouth.
"Is Mom… not good enough?"
Her voice trembled, soft and questioning, as her mouth slowly parted.
She guided one of his fingers forward—pressing it gently between her lips.
Liend hissed, watching helplessly as she took it in.
Then another.
And another.
One by one, his fingers slid into her mouth—each fingertip brushing across the damp, saliva-slicked surface of her teeth. He could feel everything—the soft inner lining, the curve of each teeth—as they passed her lips, now warm and wet, parting easily to take him in.
Her hand held his, guiding it deeper—until nearly half the length of his fingers were inside her.
Kiana let out a low hiss, breath trembling. His fingers now glistened with her saliva—and from within, her tongue curled forward, slowly touching the pads of his fingers, then drawing back with a quick drag.
Liend's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat as Kiana moved—slow, deliberate.
She reached up with one hand, gently taking hold of his thumb. Still outside her mouth, she guided it forward—pressing it against her lips, brushing it over the soft, glistening surface until it cushioned into the pillowy flesh.
Then—just as his thumb pressed down—inside, Kiana responded.
Her tongue pushed back, meeting the pressure. The warm, slick tip pressed up against his finger from within, teasing, responsive. Liend gasped, the sensation—sudden.
Outside, Kiana pressed again—her finger on his thumb, guiding him—encouraging him to rub, to lead.
Her lips welcomed the rhythm, parting as she followed his movements.
Inside, her tongue curled—licking, tasting him. She sucked gently, wrapping around his finger from within, letting him feel every pull, every wet motion as she let him guide the pace from outside.
His thumb stayed firm, brushing across the curve of her mouth—setting the rhythm. And she obeyed it.
Kiana slowly released Liend's hand from her lips, her hand letting go with a quiet parting breath. Her fingers began to glide lower, trailing along the underside of his muscled arm—smooth, deliberate—following the defined lines down.
Her touch traced over his shoulder, then slid further—fingertips brushing the edge of his collar, where his jacket still clung to him, half-forgotten in the heat.
Lower still.
She reached the side of his neck, her touch brushing the tense muscle beneath his skin—taut and pulsing with restraint.
Inside her mouth, her tongue was still at work—circling his fingers, sucking them with slow, wet pulls. She made no sign of stopping.
Below, her other hand drifted farther down—fingertips gliding along his jawline, past the sharp cut of his chin.
Then—softly, intentionally—her fingers found his lips.
Kiana moaned softly around his finger, sucking with steady rhythm—her lips guided by the pressure of Liend's thumb, still resting at the corner of her mouth, setting the pace.
Below, she moved with matching intent.
Her hand slid up, fingers pressing against his lips. Liend hissed as they pushed forward—gently but insistently.
Her fingertips brushed his mouth, nudging past the damp seal of his lips, searching for the smallest gap between his teeth. Kiana grunted quietly, forcing a finger through the narrow space.
Liend's mouth parted under the pressure of her first finger, the resistance giving way, opening—bit by bit—allowing her in.
Her thumb remained outside, brushing softly over the curve of his lips, keeping control of the rhythm even as she invaded.
Liend didn't respond—his mind hazy, body still. His fingers remained in her mouth, wet and warm, her tongue curling around them with intent. His own tongue lay still—seated at the back of his mouth—until he felt it:
A single tap.
Gentle. Considerate.
Her finger, now inside, nudged softly against his tongue.
And he noticed.
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Her thumb remained at his lips, gently guiding the rhythm—pressing, stroking, setting the pace from the outside.
Inside, Liend's tongue began to move—tentative at first, then curling slowly around Kiana's fingers, responding.
Kiana hissed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. A spark ignited low in her belly—warmth blooming, rising.
Deep inside her cunt, she felt it.
Liend's cock—until now soft, jelly-like, nestled within her closed, clinging walls—had begun to stir.
She could feel it—faint at first, then undeniable.
The tip started to swell.
A subtle push. A pulse.
The slow, steady hardening of muscle inside her.
And with it, something deep inside her tightened in anticipation.