Koenma was good at sucking.
And he was proving it, too, with Botan spread over his desk like a feast. Her head cushioned by her long blue hair, she shivered cutely as one of his hands plucked her nipples and his lips expertly caressed her clit until she was singing, Lord Koenma, oh Lord Koenma!
He kept up steady even pressure, using his tongue to dig out her clit from under its hood and then sucking gently until her whole body started to shake, her hands moving blindly, frustratedly, through his hair.
She knocked over the paradises, she was getting lewd juice and saliva all over the punishments, and for the moment, she couldn't begin to care.
