"Because I dared compare myself to you, O Mighty Byron! I should be punished for that insolence!"
Lucille's words stroked Byron's ego.
"Good girl!" he said with a devilish smirk on his face, tightening the grip on her neck as he pulled her closer so he could kiss her.
The kiss was so aggressive. And so wet. And so sweet. So delicious. So delicious like the juicy meat they had been eating a few minutes ago.
More than a minute passed. He was still holding her by the neck, licking and sucking on her tongue. Using his to explore every corner of her mouth. Devouring her.
He couldn't get enough of this. But they had to catch some breath. As soon as she pulled away, he instinctively pushed her downward, forcing her to her knees.
He didn't need to tell her what to do. Immediately, she grabbed his dick, giving it a teasing lick by the tip of her tongue.
