Sereya growled through her teeth, her pussy clenching with humiliated desire, her clit throbbing as the clamps twisted again.
Her tongue slid out—barely, grudgingly—a single stroke along the vine-cock's shaft, its heat pulsing against her lips, sending a jolt through her core.
The cock pulsed in response, the clamp tightening on her tongue, her nipples throbbing as milk spurted faintly.
Sereya shuddered, her voluptuous body trembling, her pussy gushing with arousal.
Sereya – Moan Detected
Clamp Pressure: Critical
Tongue Band – +2 Compression
Her amber eyes widened, a thin trail of blood seeping from the corner of her lip as the clamp strangled the sound in her throat, punishing her vocal cords.
She hadn't even realized she'd made a noise, her pride fracturing under the jungle's cruel torment.
Kota gripped her chin, holding her still, his fingers bruising her skin.
