"Ahh~ Mikahil... Don't move, or I won't be able to get it all," Sanna gasped, swallowing Mikahil's viscous fluid.
"It's easy for you to say, but you're so aggressive that it's impossible to stay still," Mikahil said, placing his right hand on Sanna's head.
Sanna moved her mouth away from Mikahil, licking her lips to clean them, giving a smile when her body began to tremble. Looking down and nervously interlacing her fingers, she started to speak, "I... I'm sorry. I couldn't resist when I looked at him. My body moved on its own..."
"Hee... How cute. But you don't have to be like that. Even though you've already given birth to the baby, there's no need to stop asking me for it. If you want it, just say it," Mikahil gently stroked Sanna's head, and she closed her eyes with a satisfied expression.