Lucy's moans echoed faintly in the cave, mixing with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth working around Travis's cock. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes rolled back, and her thighs trembled—spread wide open, glistening with anticipation. Steam from the nearby spring curled around them like a seductive mist, adding to the rising heat between their bodies.
Her jaw ached, but she didn't stop. No—she pushed harder, deeper. She wanted it. Needed it. Travis's taste, his raw presence, the deep hum of his Yang Qi rolling through her tongue and down her throat like warm lightning—it was intoxicating. Thick strings of drool spilled from the corners of her lips, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, now soaked with a blend of spit and her own sweat.
Her soaked panties had long lost their purpose. A sticky pool of nectar formed beneath her, collecting as her folds twitched and throbbed with each slurp and bob of her head. She was dripping for him—desperate, craving, unashamed.
