Her breath was cool—spirit-infused, the mark of someone with ice-aligned meridians.
She can't help but feel a strange sensation move from her mouth to her Yin core.
Her tongue moved carefully at first... not out of ignorance, but precision licking left to right and right to left inside her.
"Saintess... You can't do this...."
"You can't do this... Hmmm..."
The pathetic boy tried to break free but couldn't alas, it is what it is, better to find the right path than to think of a bad one.
She was tracing energy lines, mapping meridians from the heartbeat alone pulsing on his Yang veins that no hand could reach. Her movements weren't crude; they were a kind of chant, a spiritual massage.
Shlurrrp* Slurrrrp* Shlurrrp*
Her mouth worked in rhythm with the slow rotations as she took his manhood deeper and deeper into her throat. The cries of the boy made her feel a little guilty but also aroused.
Her Yin Garden was wet with overflowing nectar.
