Zeruel's gaze locked onto mine for a long, breathless moment. Her eyes shimmered, glassy with raw arousal, and her chest heaved, breath coming out in hot, uneven bursts. Her face had turned impossibly red—almost glowing like a sun-ripe tomato—and yet she didn't look away. Instead, she let go of my penis just for a heartbeat, brought her slender palm up, and dragged her tongue slowly across it, coating it with her warm spit. Then, with a quick flick, she spat a little more onto her palm, making it glisten before she wrapped it around my cock again, resuming the motion.
Immediately, the difference was electric.
