Deus closed his eyes, relishing the pleasure, a low groan rumbling from his chest as her tongue worked his cock.
The sensation was electric—her mouth warm, her licks precise, teasing his tip with a delicate touch that sparked jolts through his core. His divine body tensed, his hands resting on the bed, his cock twitching under her tongue, the pleasure building again, slower but intense, her devotion a fucking aphrodisiac.
Her perky breasts swayed faintly as she leaned in, her white hair brushing his thighs, a silken caress that added to the heat, her lewd beauty—pink lips wet, eyes half-lidded, face flushed—etched into his mind.
Ivana kept licking, her tongue gliding along his shaft, tracing every ridge, every vein, ensuring not a drop of cum remained.
Her hands rested on his thighs, fingers grazing his skin, feeling his divine muscles flex, her touch light but intimate. Her moans were soft, muffled against his cock, vibrating through him, making his groans deeper, rougher.
