Still breathing through the hose, Nureba was helpless to resist— as saliva slid from the mask’s nose, Nureba sank into pleasure inside the suit…
Added 2025-04-18 02:35:45 +0000 UTC“Nngh… nnf, huff… nnn… mmh…!”
Nureba breaths trembled inside the hose.
The soft tube pulsed with Nureba every inhale,
Nureba lips locked firmly around it, held open by design.
Nureba couldn’t even lick the inside of Nureba’s mouth.
The heat swelled behind her tongue,
and yet the only thing allowed to escape—
was a slow, sticky trail running down her nose.
Nureba should have been embarrassed.
But instead…
something about that drip made Nureba chest tighten sweetly.
Made Nureba thighs tremble.
Made Nureba feel it.
Nureba couldn’t stop it.
Not the drool,
not the warmth,
not the way Nureba’s body responded—
as if it was this “suit,” this “form,”
that was feeling everything for Nureba…
