Noctlisa, driven by raw, unfiltered need, sealed her lips around Jett's tip, licking him.
She didn't care about appearances—or about the elf woman above her. She sucked him like it was their last night on earth, sliding all the way to the base and whining like a bitch. "N-ngh… Master, give me every inch," she gasped, the wet squelch of her throat echoing in the carriage. Each time she surfaced for air, a needy moan escaped before she peppered his swollen head with kisses.
With her face still tucked beneath his cock, Noctlisa inhaled deeply. "Master's cock tastes different after dipping into Head Maid's snatch. That honey‑and‑musk mix ain't half bad."
"I can smell you too, Noctlisa," Jett chuckled, trying to peek at his second maid, though Mia's pleading eyes kept stealing his focus. "You two might look and act worlds apart, but your pussies are perfectly in sync."
