She let out as loud and low a moan as she was able to with him so deep in her throat. She pulled back with a gasp, moving to kiss and lick the inside of the vent as her hand worked the tip.
She melted, drooling more heavily as the wine and enzymes fogged her brain. She looked up at him with desirous, deep brown eyes as she sank all the way back down to the vent, poking her tongue in and moving it around the base.
Mina was always a sore subject. In many ways, the woman had been an introduction to a new life for Hoyoung Pat. He had loved her more than he thought he could, and she had treated him better than the other women close to him in this line of work...