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Psylocke Throats Black Panther
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Psylocke sinks to her knees without a word, her gaze unwavering as her fingers trail along his length, teasing, stroking, savoring the anticipation. He watches her closely, one hand settling in her hair, not forcing, just there, steady, possessive.
Her lips part, and she wraps them around his tip with a soft, deliberate suck. The first wet sound cuts the silence, slow and hungry, like she wants him to feel every swirl of her tongue, every drag of her lips.
“slrp… mmf…”
She takes him deeper, slowly, her throat working to adjust. Spit starts to coat her mouth and chin, strands stretching when she pulls back to breathe, only to dive back in, more eager each time. Her hands brace on his thighs, nails curling into his skin, every motion calculated but dripping with hunger.
His grip tightens in her hair as she finds a rhythm, slow, controlled, sensual, her moans vibrating around him with every bob. There’s no rush, just the steady build of pressure, the hypnotic glide of her mouth, and the slick sounds echoing off the walls.
“glk… schlk…”
Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the act, face flushed, spit clinging to her lips. He watches every twitch of her brow, every breath through her nose, how her tongue moves like she knows exactly what he needs.
No climax, no urgency, just the unbearable heat of being on the edge, her mouth worshipping him with slow, dripping precision.
Her lips part, and she wraps them around his tip with a soft, deliberate suck. The first wet sound cuts the silence, slow and hungry, like she wants him to feel every swirl of her tongue, every drag of her lips.
“slrp… mmf…”
She takes him deeper, slowly, her throat working to adjust. Spit starts to coat her mouth and chin, strands stretching when she pulls back to breathe, only to dive back in, more eager each time. Her hands brace on his thighs, nails curling into his skin, every motion calculated but dripping with hunger.
His grip tightens in her hair as she finds a rhythm, slow, controlled, sensual, her moans vibrating around him with every bob. There’s no rush, just the steady build of pressure, the hypnotic glide of her mouth, and the slick sounds echoing off the walls.
“glk… schlk…”
Her eyes flutter shut, lost in the act, face flushed, spit clinging to her lips. He watches every twitch of her brow, every breath through her nose, how her tongue moves like she knows exactly what he needs.
No climax, no urgency, just the unbearable heat of being on the edge, her mouth worshipping him with slow, dripping precision.