He stood up, Hm... there are a thousand roads to climax, he thought.
"Ahem..." he cleared his throat, "You... y-you can use your mouth," he said.
Domina frowned slightly, then stood up. Her tall and muscular body made The First Legendary Dick Master tilt his head upward. She held Nathan’s head, "How do I do that?" she asked while stroking Nathan’s hair.
Nathan fell silent, Domina’s gaze was so sincere, so eager to help. His heart trembled again—her hand stroking his hair, her wide smile, all of it always reminded him of a mother figure.
Again... why does this gentleness disturb me so much!
"Nathan?" Domina called.
Nathan blushed, he turned away, his heart pounding, Why? He didn’t even understand why he turned away from the beauty of Caramel Mommy.
Caramel Mommy was worried. She reflexively walked forward and stood in front of Nathan, offering her caramel tits—warm, glistening with sweat. The wind blew. Leaves of the Prunus Vitalis, growing rapidly thanks to cum, framed that bizarre moment.
"Nathan... come on, tell me? How do I do it? Should I chew it or bite it?" Domina held Nathan’s shoulders, both caramel mommy hands shaking the body of The First Legendary Dick Master.
"Hey..." Her left hand moved, cupping the chin of the horny and confused man.
"Nathan, come on! I don’t want you to keep suffering!" she said gently, full of concern, unaware that her sincerity was being exploited for the sole purpose of pleasure.
Fuck... what should I say!? I.... Nathan looked down.
"Do... Domina!" he held the caramel mommy’s hand that had landed on his chin.
"Hmm, what is it? What’s wrong?" Caramel Mommy responded like a concerned mother, the kind whose child kept calling her while having a bad case of the flu.
"A... are you happy doing... t-this? Umm... helping me release the white water... i-is that okay?" A strange question slipped out from Nathan’s mouth.
"Of course it’s okay. I enjoyed it when I played with your shaft, I loved it when I put your shaft inside my hole, I’m happy if I can help you," answered caramel mommy with enthusiasm, her bunny ears twitching.
She’s happy, this... this is fine... I... I’m not the only one enjoying this hehe... mwheheh... At last, it was revealed that the question—delivered in a shaky tone like a man suffering from domestic abuse—was merely a doorway for self-justification.
"Then suck my shaft. Just don’t let your teeth touch it, okay?" said Nathan.
Domina nodded. "Hmm... alright, I’ll do my best to make sure my teeth don’t touch your shaft!" She squatted down, then knelt before the human private blade.
Her gaze wasn’t lewd, wasn’t perverted—it was too pure.
As if the shaft pointed at her face was a sacred relic.
Something to be studied, appreciated, even... worshipped.
"The smell is getting stronger from the dryness," she murmured softly, leaning her face closer. Her nose touched the base. She sniffed, shamelessly.
Nathan trembled. Gulp... he swallowed hard.
"Y-you can also... lick it if you want, hehe..." he said, without a shred of shame.
Domina smiled, her bunny ears twitching with enthusiasm.
Her tongue slipped out, licking slowly from the base to the tip.
The motion wasn’t skillful—but that’s exactly what made every touch feel real. Her tongue was gentle, her saliva clinging to the shaft’s skin, mixing with cock sweat.
"This is really fun," she whispered.
Nathan nearly collapsed.
Domina opened her mouth, welcoming Nathan’s tip like a girl tasting her lolipop at the candy shop.
Her lips closed slowly.
Her tongue pressed the inner side, then twisted—creating an odd suction sensation.
Not perfect. But honest.
There was saliva. There was a faint wet sound. But there was also a sincerity that words couldn’t capture.
His shaft slowly sank in...
Not deep. But deep enough to make Nathan hold his breath, his knees starting to wobble.
A tiny pop came from her mouth, like a lollipop being pulled from lips.
Nathan could only nod, panting, his body staggering, his mind drifting from reality.
And without hesitation—Caramel Mommy leaned in again.
This time with a slower rhythm, deeper, more sensual.
Her suction was still imperfect—sometimes too strong, sometimes too soft—but Nathan knew that wasn’t what made his heart pound so hard.
It was her intent. Domina’s sincerity.
Her sweaty, innocent face.
Those eyes that kept looking up, as if asking: "I’m doing it right, aren’t I?"
His body was burning.
It felt like he was on fire from within, yet also cradled by the gentleness of water.
His hand moved slowly.
He lowered his head and caressed Domina’s hair.
"Domina..." he whispered.
The bunny girl let out a faint hum, still sucking, her eyes narrowing slightly. She seemed to enjoy the rhythm she had discovered on her own.
Nathan closed his eyes.
His hand kept moving.
Now his fingers ran through her hair, then drifted down, brushing her ears.
Those big, soft bunny ears, twitching gently beneath his touch.
"I..." Nathan said softly.
His breathing turned uneven.
Domina glanced upward, her eyes sparkling, and as if to answer, her suction deepened just a bit.
Her cheeks tightened. Her lips adjusted. Her tongue began learning, adapting to the subtle cues in Nathan’s body.
Her hands reached for Nathan’s waist, but he simply closed his eyes, letting her be.
His other hand now held one of Domina’s ears.
He gripped her bunny ear like the control stick of a Mecha.
And then, his body moved slightly.
Not out of desire. But unconsciously.
Nathan’s thighs, tense from holding back the sensation, slowly stiffened and lifted.
Without realizing it, his thigh pushed forward slightly—nudging his body closer.
Domina’s face was pushed in just a bit.
The tip of his cock greeted the wetness of her throat.
Her bunny eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed again, as if accepting that this was what needed to happen.
Nathan opened his eyes.
He saw how Domina continued to accept his motion—no complaint, no recoil.
Instead, her sucking grew more confident. More natural.
Nathan’s hand still held her ear. His thighs moved more frequently now.
And now, he realized...
His body was starting to move in rhythm with the bunny girl.
With touch. With motion.
With feelings that grew rapidly—like Prunus Vitalis blooming wildly after being drenched in his cum.
Nathan’s eyes were closed. "Hmm..." he murmured, feeling the slickness of Caramel Mommy’s saliva. His head tilted upward.
He opened his eyes slowly.
Ahh... the wind’s getting stro— his eyes widened.