[She's learning as she goes, so it's a good thing that Nanami's feedback is so unsubtle. She isn't quite expecting that gentle thrust (and she almost pulls away to scold him for not staying still), but the sensation of it—the shape of it filling her mouth, the delicate pulse of it on her tongue, the reminder that Nanami's moving and whining like that for her—has her relishing every little movement. As Nanami's cock pushes past her lips, she moans around it without thinking, a wordless request for Nanami to keep doing that.
As Nanami starts to stroke her hair, Shoka starts to slowly bob her head, taking as much of Nanami as she can into her mouth before drawing away, leaving only the tip inside for her tongue to focus on. Then, inch by dizzying inch, her mouth envelops his full length again, and again. Her tongue never stops moving, its forked end savoring every inch of Nanami that it can reach. It's like having two tongues exploring him at once, both equally warm and wet and insatiable.
She's flushed and whimpering, but shows no sign of letting up; if Nanami wants to really claim her, he'll apparently have to make it to round two.]
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As Nanami starts to stroke her hair, Shoka starts to slowly bob her head, taking as much of Nanami as she can into her mouth before drawing away, leaving only the tip inside for her tongue to focus on. Then, inch by dizzying inch, her mouth envelops his full length again, and again. Her tongue never stops moving, its forked end savoring every inch of Nanami that it can reach. It's like having two tongues exploring him at once, both equally warm and wet and insatiable.
She's flushed and whimpering, but shows no sign of letting up; if Nanami wants to really claim her, he'll apparently have to make it to round two.]