Deflower 153

What is this? What is happening?

Light flashed behind his closed eyelids, and his consciousness wavered. He opened his eyes again, but he could see nothing. He couldn't even breathe properly; his breath kept hitching. Gurgle, gurgle—gasping as if he were choking, he dug his fingers into the sheets.

Cassian had been watching Bliss the entire time, as the latter tossed and turned in confusion, his face flushed a deep red. Keeping his gaze fixed, Cassian licked upward at the tightly puckered hole. As he pushed his tongue long and deep up toward the perineum, a sound escaped Bliss's lips that Cassian had never heard before. The sound, somewhere between a moan and a scream, made Cassian's stomach churn. He barely managed to suppress the urge to stroke his own member. It would be unsightly to show such a lack of restraint and relieve himself alone when he could endure this much.