She turned her face back, and the moonlight painted a shadow—the silhouette of his erect cock falling across her features like a dark eclipse, showing just how massive he was compared to her delicate mouth and throat.
She didn't hesitate. She lunged.
But not gently. Not with the tentative exploration of a virgin. No—this was predatory. Hungry.
She started from the very bottom. Her tongue—impossibly long, wet, and skilled—dragged slowly from the base of his heavy balls, up the sensitive perineum, swirling around each testicle with deliberate pressure.
"Urgh..." Viktor grunted, the sound torn from his throat involuntarily.
She sucked his left ball into her mouth, humming against the sensitive skin, creating vibrations that traveled up his shaft. Then the right. Her eyes never left his face, studying every micro-expression, cataloging what made him twitch.
She was mocking him. Taunting him. Showing him she could swallow him whole if she wanted.
