"You shouldn't be doing this," Vlasa whispers, her breath hitching as Stepan's tongue delves deeper into her pussy. "I know," Stepan replies, his voice muffled against Vlasa's wetness, "But I can't help it. Your taste... it's intoxicating." Vlasa's hips buck as Stepan's tongue finds her clit, her orgasm building. She tries to push him away, knowing it's wrong, but her body betrays her, craving more of Stepan's tongue, more of his betrayal.