Imparting The Core [R18]

The soft whimpers of Sylvie spread through the silent room, her hands gripping the silk sheets in her tight grasp.

"Master..."

"You don't have to call me that, Sylvie."

Leonhardt's tongue flicked across her labia with a wet smack, rolling around the soft pink bud in slow, teasing circles while his eyes observed her every reaction.

The way her hips shook the moment his lips wrapped around her clit, kissing it with a soft peck, or how her hands covered her mouth when his long tongue slid close to her entrance, lapping the glossy threads of her juices.

"Hnnng, I..."

Her shoulders trembled as Sylvie's eyes peered at him, filled with tears and glowing with pleasure.

"Don't rush, my lovely girl."

He spread her pink lips with his thumbs, gradually revealing the tender, soft flesh inside.