Kiara’s legs trembled as she went down on her knees in front of him, her innocent blue eyes staring up at the hard, thick and veiny thing that was now towering inches away from her face.

“Taste me.”

Her hesitant hands gripped his thighs for support, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at the tip. It tasted…Kiara didn’t know how to describe it, but he tasted just as manly as he smelled. It was sweet and yet there was this bitter taste too; something Kiara surprisingly liked.

Her tongue slid down the length of it, not knowing what else to do. Her eyes drifted up to stare at Zique, wanting to see if he was just as affected as she was when he did things to her. But his face was nonchalant as he looked at her too…did he not feel anything…?

Kiara pulled away from him, licking her lips. “What should I do? I-I want you to feel good too.”

Zique bent down, his face coming so close to hers. “You’re so naughty Kiara…” A smirk spread across those teasing lips, his dark eyes sizing he