Jax was the happiest person in the room and was just about to throw the sarcasm back at the queen.
Before he could, he felt the button of his pants come undone.
He looked down and found Lucy already unzipping him, her hands hurried and shaking.
Lucy did not wait for permission. The zipper had barely come down before her tongue was on him, wet and shaking, dragging a long sloppy stripe up the underside of his cock like she could lick the death sentence off her own throat.
Schlick… slurrp…
Aishvara was shocked to see his length. It was a lean little body walking around with a cock that belonged on something twice his size, like the gods had packed the wrong parts into the wrong box.
And the roaring and bulging head was already flushed and heavy.
Lucy wrapped both hands around the penis, squeezed, and started nursing the sensitive tip with short desperate sucks, lips tight, tongue flicking that little ridge under the crown again and again.
Mmmph… slurrp… glck…
