"Husband... um~husband, you, you be gentle..." As if the word "husband" had triggered a memory, the unconscious beautiful woman instinctively responded, as if she had dreamt of having sex with her husband.
"Haha, there is no husband here—only your good master. Come, let the master let you taste your own pussy juice."
As he said this, Ryan dipped his fingers in her pussy juice and inserted them into Rose's mouth, gently stroking her tousled hair behind her ears.
The beautiful woman's face flushed with lust. Feeling the man's finger in her mouth, she instinctively pursed her lips and began sucking.
However, it was clear she did not enjoy the taste; as soon as she licked it, her face contorted in disgust, and she stuck out her tongue, trying to push away the finger coated with love juice.
"Wow… Hubby, don't… it tastes so bad~" she pouted cutely, her small face etched with disgust and dislike.