Beni-Enma

As he stepped in.

There was a girl standing beside his desk, wearing a simple but elegant kimono, its bright reds and whites hugging her delicate form too perfectly to be innocent.

Her reddish brown hair was tied back in fluffy tail, and her sharp crimson eyes practically glowed with mischief under the dignified mask she tried (and failed) to wear.

Her hands were folded primly in front of her, but her bare legs peeked out under the short folds of her outfit — bare, and trembling slightly.

It was Beni-Enma, the Tongue-less Sparrow.

"Hmph!" she puffed up, cheeks pink.

"Master, you are... extremely cruel! Keep a girl waiting for so long"

She stepped closer, lifting her chin stubbornly.

"It is only proper you... compensate... for such grievance."

Her hand gripped his sleeve tightly.

"And I will be very, very thorough... in extracting it from you."

Her crimson eyes glinted with a mix of challenge and desire as she sank to her knees, her delicate hands sliding up his thighs.

She leaned in, her breath hot against him as she unbuckled his pants with surprising deftness. He could feel the tension in the room thicken as she took him in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she began to suck, her head moving in a steady rhythm.

Despite her lack of a tongue, Beni-Enma had become quite adept at pleasuring him with her mouth. She had learned to use her head in ways that transcended the need for a tongue, creating a sensation that was as tantalizing as it was unique.

Her cheeks hollowed out with each suck, creating a vacuum that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Her teeth grazed gently against him, adding a hint of pain to the mix that only heightened his arousal. Her eyes remained locked on his, filled with a fiery determination to make him submit to her will.

With a sinful smile, she took him deeper, her throat muscles constricting around him.

Her hands, soft yet firm, massaged his testicles as she worked her magic, her fingers dancing in a way that spoke of countless hours of practice and an unyielding dedication to the art of seduction.

Beni-Enma had discovered that the absence of a tongue could be a surprising advantage, allowing her to create sensations that a normal mouth couldn't replicate. She used her cheeks, her teeth, and the roof of her mouth to tease and tantalize him, her breath warm and moist against his skin.

Her rhythm grew more intense, as she applied a firm pressure that was both skilled and relentless. He could feel his climax building, the pressure in his abdomen growing tauter with each passing second. Her grip on his thighs tightened as she picked up speed, her breaths becoming shallower through her nose.

The sound of her suckling filled the small room, a wet and intimate symphony that sent his heart racing. He tried to keep his composure, his hands clenching her hair as he felt the heat within him rising. Beni-Enma's eyes remained fixed on his, a silent challenge that dared him to resist the pleasure she offered. But the more he felt her mouth moving along his length, the less control he had.

Her teeth grazed him lightly, not enough to cause pain but just enough to remind him of the power she held in that moment.

His body tensed, the muscles in his thighs tightening as she continued her relentless **** on his senses.

"Beni-Enma," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Your... mouth... it's... it's...amazing."

The girl looked up at him, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she was good at this, and she enjoyed every second of his torment. She bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing and filling with every movement, creating a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to resonate throughout his body.

He felt his climax approaching, a hot pressure building in his groin that seemed to spread through his veins like liquid fire. His hips began to buck slightly, and...

Then, as if sensing the very moment of his peak, she pulled back slightly, her lips forming a tight seal around the tip of his manhood. Her cheeks hollowed dramatically, and with a sudden increase in suction, she drew his climax from him with a soft pop.

The first spurt of cum shot straight down her throat, and she swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. The second and third spurt followed, each one met with the same enthusiastic response, her eyes watering slightly with the effort. She took it all, her mouth working tirelessly to milk every last drop from him.

As the intensity of his climax ebbed, Beni-Enma slowly released her grip on his thighs and pulled away, her lips shimmering with the last traces of their shared ecstasy. She looked up at him, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hint of amusement at his dumbfounded expression. Her cheeks were flushed from the exertion, and her mouth remained open slightly, allowing a glimpse of her pink, heaven.

"See?" she whispered, a smugness in her voice that was unmistakable. "I told you I would be thorough."