Eren's gaze fell to Sushi's pussy, red and swollen from their last intense coupling. It was wide open, glistening with her wetness, a clear invitation. He moved his head closer, inhaling her scent—a rich, musky sweetness that made his own body throb with renewed hunger. He saw the soft folds of her labia, already wet and parted, beckoning him.
He brought his tongue to her, the very tip just brushing her sensitive clit. Sushi gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body arching off the cold marble floor. Her hands, trembling with need, reached up and found his hair, gripping it tightly.
He began to lick, slowly, carefully. His tongue moved in a gentle, circling motion around her clit, not pressing too hard, but teasing it, tasting it. He felt her wetness increase immediately, warm and slick against his tongue.
"Ohh… Eren… yes… there…" she moaned, her voice a low, throaty whisper, her fingers digging deeper into his hair.
