[Shoka meets Nanami's eyes as she grins her approval, basking in that desperate, starving way she's being watched (she could get used to that, too). Then her gaze drifts downward, and she's bowing her head between Nanami's legs, until Nanami can feel her breath hot on their cock.
Her hand keeps a light hold on its base as she gives Nanami a moment to imagine what she's planning (and herself a moment to work past a quick flash of returning nerves)—and then her soft lips are on it, trailing a slow line of kisses along its underside, from base to tip. Once she reaches her destination, she flicks out her tongue to taste Nanami, wrapping both of its twin ends around the dripping head of his cock.
It doesn't taste quite like she expects it to, and yet at the same time it seems perfect for Nanami, warm and vaguely sweet. In any case, her nerves are long gone by the time she gets that taste; Gargoyle greed, settling easily in with her arousal, demands that she have more.]
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Her hand keeps a light hold on its base as she gives Nanami a moment to imagine what she's planning (and herself a moment to work past a quick flash of returning nerves)—and then her soft lips are on it, trailing a slow line of kisses along its underside, from base to tip. Once she reaches her destination, she flicks out her tongue to taste Nanami, wrapping both of its twin ends around the dripping head of his cock.
It doesn't taste quite like she expects it to, and yet at the same time it seems perfect for Nanami, warm and vaguely sweet. In any case, her nerves are long gone by the time she gets that taste; Gargoyle greed, settling easily in with her arousal, demands that she have more.]