Curse Of A Cultivator?
"Coat your tongue with your saliva and lick it slowly..."
Evelynn licked his shaft and nodded at him with her eyes upturned. She slowly bobbed her head up and down as he tongue traced his shaft.
This view made Davis gulp again as he held her head.
A few seconds later, he opened his mouth, "Move a little bit faster and concentrate on the tip..."
However, even without his instruction at this point, Evelynn carefully traced her tongue while garnering his reactions. It didn't take her long to get to the conclusion that the tip was where he shuddered a lot.
Davis felt her warm tongue twisting around. He slightly moved her head back and looked at her confused eyes. He pointed at her mouth and she understood.
He positioned her lips right in front of his tip and pushed her towards him as Evelynn kept her mouth open.
His tip entered her slimy mouth as she plastered her lips on the end of his shaft where his foreskin was folded back.