"Good girl."
Romon reached out his right hand and gently stroked Nini's head. Her hair was so fine and silky, it felt just like petting a long-haired cat.
Receiving this praise was like receiving true approval—Nini put even more effort into her actions.
Romon admired the stunning, eye-catching curves of Nini's body as she knelt before him. It was clear why Spidevs had chosen her as her successor. With his left hand, he caressed Nini's throat; every time she moved forward, her throat would tense and rise. Even so, she didn't stop for a second. Each time, it seemed as though she wished she could take all of Romon inside her.
As Nini's head moved up and down, her soft tongue sliding and swirling below, fifteen minutes passed.
Feeling the warmth and suction below, Romon gently pressed down on Nini, and finally reached his peak.
