Beneath the table, Daisy slowly licked Veil's banana, her tongue teasing the tip of Veil's little head, sucking gently.
The sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating! Both her hands and mouth were in constant motion, and before she knew it, she could feel herself growing wet in a certain area, yearning for Veil to rub against her. The tension between them was palpable, and the air was thick with desire.
Daisy's movements became more urgent, her breath quickening as she lost herself in the moment, craving the friction that would send her over the edge.
Veil's breath hitched as Daisy's ministrations grew bolder. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her deeper, while his free hand traced a slow path up her thigh—teasing, promising. She whimpered against him, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his core. The table creaked as she shifted, her knees pressing into the carpet for balance.
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