The musky scent of Loona's arousal filled the air; she was clearly nearing her limit.
Asher watched her SF level climb, steadily hitting 89%. For a married woman, her sexual frustration was off the charts.
Teasing her and keeping her on the edge was proving lucrative as pleasure points continued to accumulate with every passing second.
Deciding to turn up the heat, Asher spread her thighs wide, revealing her smooth, damp, and throbbing love hole. It was a sight so captivating he couldn't resist; he leaned in, his tongue lashing out to taste her.
Loona's fingers dug into the edges of the table. "W-what are you—" she moaned, her breath hitching as Asher's tongue flicked against her sensitive labia, quickly becoming coated in her essence.
"S-s-stop... please... st-o-op," she stammered. Even as the words left her lips, she knew she didn't mean them. How could a mere tongue drive her this close to the brink?
