At first, when Mika began to explain, Anya wasn't really listening.
Her eyes kept drifting—almost against her will—down to where her mother's mouth was wrapped around Mika's thick cock.
The sight was mesmerizing in the most horrifying way.
After all, Fauna had always been clumsy in everyday life.
Spilling coffee on the counter, tripping over rugs, forgetting where she put her keys, while Anya was constantly cleaning up after her, rolling her eyes fondly at her mother's adorable chaos.
And right now, Anya had half-expected the same here: awkward licks, hesitant sucks, maybe even a few accidental grazes of teeth.
But no.
Fauna's mouth moved with devastating precision.
She knew exactly when to swirl her tongue around the head, when to hollow her cheeks and suck hard, when to dip lower and caress his heavy balls with soft, reverent fingers.
Her throat worked smoothly, taking him deeper with every bob of her head, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss.
