Nathan's shaft still rested against Domina's cheek.
Unmoving. Just still— as if the two of them were making peace under the pressure of a time that, for some reason, felt sacred.
Skin to skin.
His shaft was warm and slick.
Domina's cheek was soft, wet with leftover saliva, and slightly sticky from the humid air clinging to her skin.
That friction… was strange.
Then, Domina's breath touched it.
Her nose exhaled warm air right onto Nathan's shaft— slipping through the small gap between her cheek and the semi-hardened cockhead.
Nathan bit his lip.
Instantly, another wave of warm breath came.
This time, not from the nose.
But from Domina's mouth.
Warm air, wet and filled with the dew of post-blowjob breathing, flowed softly toward Nathan's testicles—grazing the twin orbs of masculinity that had long produced the holy liquid. The twin sacs, wrapped in wrinkled skin, twitched gently.
Nathan stared at Domina's face.
Her bunny ears twitched slowly.
That face…
