Chapter 222: Charybdis's and Astynome's tongue works *

Astynome's lips parted, delicate yet quite deliberate as they moved over the slick, sensitive flesh of my shaft. Her mouth felt different—softer, more hesitant than Charybdis's eager hunger—but there was a kind of understated allure in her reluctance, a sweet contrast that made my spine tighten. Each time her lips slid further, they brought a pulse of pleasure, an edge of excitement at her exploration. My cock, still coated with Charybdis's warm saliva, gleamed between her parted lips, catching the light in a way that only heightened the intensity as Astynome's mouth enveloped me.