Her brain will go off

She peeled off his clothes slowly, her cold fingers trailing against his skin, making him shiver. He sank deeper into the couch.

Cyra noticed, and her grey eyes darkened at the sight of his parted lips.

She caressed the lines of his abs, moving upward, her eyes locked on his as she brushed his lips.

His warm breath grazed her finger, lips slightly parted, eyes glossy with desire, a red hue blooming on his caramel skin.

She pressed two fingers into his lips, and his tongue curled around them instinctively.

Cyra’s breath grew shallow as she thrust her fingers slowly into his mouth, watching the way his lips closed around them.

Zane let out muffled groans, a thread of clear liquid slipping down his chin as he struggled to stop her slow, deliberate movements.

Cyra withdrew her glistening fingers, now warm from his lips. Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, she pinched his nipples hard.