Her lips felt divine as they wrapped snugly around the swollen tip of my cock, sealing it in with a warmth that sent a shiver crawling up my spine.
The moment her tongue began to flick across the sensitive ridge, it was like electricity shot through my nerves.
Every gentle swipe, every slow curl of her tongue around the crown, made it feel like my cock was being worshipped with care, like she truly wanted to savor it.
I could tell that she wasn't just doing this mindlessly.
Every subtle motion, every flick of her tongue, was deliberate. She was meticulous, incredibly attentive to even the smallest details, as if she knew exactly how to drag the pleasure out of me one flick at a time.
All the while, the vines coiled and twisted around her body, writhing like serpents as they slowly bound her in mid-air.
They slithered along her curves and squeezed her limbs, suspending her completely.
