"W-Wait… t-this is… embarrassing! Hyannnnnnnn~… Ah!"
Her voice cracked as his mouth pressed softly against her pussy—or more accurately, the mound beneath her soaked panties. His tongue snaked out, tracing slow, deliberate lines across the damp cloth, saturating it further with the warmth of his saliva.
"Hnnnn…~"
Yui moaned, her voice trembling with unfiltered pleasure.
Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and one of her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure ignited deep in her lower abdomen.
It wasn't just a tingle.
It was a full-blown surge of dopamine crashing through her nervous system, leaving her head swimming.
Her toes curled tight, feet flexing uncontrollably.
Kouhei didn't stop.
He kept attacking that sensitive spot, flicking his tongue over the exact point through the fabric—again and again.
