Phei inhaled slowly, reverently, eyes fluttering half-closed.

"You smell like heaven," he whispered against the tender skin just beside her sex, lips brushing feather-light.

The words vibrated through her, pulling a trembling "oh…" from her throat as fresh slick gathered at her entrance.

Only then did he bring that beautiful mouth—the one she had watched all day, mesmerized by the way it shaped words, the way it smiled, the way it promised things she barely dared hope for—finally, finally between her thighs.

His first touch was gentle: a slow, flat lick from her entrance upward, gathering the slick evidence of how long she had craved this. Delilah's head fell back against the window ledge with a broken cry—"ahh—Phei!"—fingers threading tightly into his dark hair as her hips jerked instinctively toward his tongue.

He hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks through her core, and settled in deeper—lips parting around her swollen folds, tongue tracing delicate, worshipful circles around her clit before drawing it softly into his mouth.

Every slow swirl drew another sound from her—soft, rising moans that echoed in the vast room: "nngh… yes… oh god, please…"—her thighs quivering around his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

He took his time, savoring her the way she had dreamed he would: long, languid strokes, gentle suction, the occasional tender flick that made her thighs tremble around his shoulders. Each perfect caress was answered by her helpless chorus—breathless whimpers turning into desperate, pleading cries of his name, her back arching, breasts heaving as she surrendered completely to the exquisite reality of him.

Every sound she made—every breathless moan, every whispered plea of his name—he answered with another slow, deliberate caress of that perfect mouth.

The garden lights glittered indifferently beyond the glass, but inside her shrine of pastel and gold—surrounded by silent portraits of the man now kneeling between her thighs—

Delilah was naked, open, trembling beneath the mouth she had ached for all afternoon, lost in the exquisite reality of Phei tasting her like she was the only thing in the world worth savoring.

Phei's hot mouth clamped down on her soaked cunt with savage hunger, lips forcing those fat, swollen folds wide apart as his tongue dragged slow and filthy from her leaking entrance straight up her dripping slit, scooping up every thick drop of her arousal.

Delilah's pussy clenched hard in a violent spasm, the tight little hole winking desperately before squeezing and shoving a heavy flood of creamy girl-cum right onto his waiting tongue.

Her slick inner lips trembled and flared open even wider, glossy pink petals blooming greedily around his mouth, smearing his chin and cheeks with shiny, viscous ropes of her juices while her hips bucked up off the ottoman with a loud, obscene wet squelch that echoed in the quiet room.

He growled low and primal against her, the vibration shooting straight through her clit, and shoved his tongue deeper—fucking her clenching hole in slow, nasty thrusts that curled deliberately to rake her slick, fluttering walls.

Her cunt gripped him like a greedy fist, rhythmic pulses milking his tongue exactly the way it would a thick cock, pumping out heavy, relentless gushes of hot arousal that poured down the crack of her ass and soaked the cream velvet beneath her in a growing, dark, shameful wet spot.

His hands shot up her trembling body at the same time, palms engulfing the heavy, swaying weight of her full tits, thumbs scraping hard over the stiff, dusky nipples.

They tightened instantly into diamond-hard peaks, darkening and swelling even fuller under his touch as Delilah arched off the ottoman with a deep, throaty moan—

"mmnh… fuck, yes…"

He rolled the sensitive tips roughly between his fingers, then pinched viciously, twisting the swollen buds until they stood angry-red and throbbing. Her back bowed violently with a sharp, broken wail

—"ahh—Phei, please—fuck!"—every tug sending fresh, pulsing jets of slick squirting from her spasming cunt below.

Phei pulled back just long enough to lock his lips around her fat, throbbing clit, sucking it hard into the wet heat of his mouth until the slick pearl jerked and swelled grotesquely against his tongue. He lashed the hypersensitive tip with quick, merciless flicks, making it twitch and dance wildly between his lips.

Delilah's creamy thighs slammed open even wider, trembling uncontrollably, as a raw scream tore from her throat—"ahh—fuck, Phei!"—another hot, messy spurt of girl-cum squirting straight from her gaping virgin hole in an uncontrollable arc.

He flattened his tongue and ground slow, cruel circles over the pulsing nub, then snapped into rapid, fluttering licks that had her clit bouncing and throbbing visibly against his lips.

Thick, creamy strands of arousal stretched like obscene webs between her flooded cunt and his mouth every time he pulled back for a breath, snapping wetly as he dove back in. Her screams climbed higher, frantic and broken—

"Phei—oh god—fuck, I'm gonna—nngh!"—hips grinding desperately against his face, heavy tits heaving in his twisting grip, pussy flooding nonstop as the pleasure tore through every inch of her body.

And then it hit.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a dam bursting—sudden, violent, unstoppable. Delilah's entire body seized as if electrocuted: back arching impossibly high off the ottoman, thighs clamping around his head in a bruising vise before spasming open again, every muscle locking and shuddering in brutal waves.

A guttural orgasm scream ripped from her throat as her cunt convulsed in hard, rhythmic contractions, and then she squirted—wild, forceful gushes of hot, clear cum erupting from her in thick, relentless streams that soaked Phei's face, splashed across his cheeks and mouth, drenched his hair, and poured down his neck in a glistening flood.

The sheer volume washed over him like a wave breaking, her hips jerking helplessly as pulse after pulse emptied her, leaving the ottoman beneath them absolutely ruined.

Phei didn't pull away—he drank her down greedily, face buried deep, letting the hot torrent coat him completely as her body continued to quake and twitch through the aftershocks.

And in that exact moment, as Delilah's broken cries still echoed off the pastel walls and her thighs trembled around his soaked face—

The bedroom door they only closed but hadn't locked... swung open.

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