Chapter 93: Dear President, Dear, I Don't Love You Anymore
In the luxurious condo suite overlooking the Hudson River, the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the river at dawn. But who would bother to admire it—when the delicate bloom before him, its sweet, glistening nectar teased and savored by the tip of his tongue, was far more captivating? Irresistibly sweet, delicious beyond comparison—there was simply no sight or taste that could rival it.
He sucked and licked, his large tongue exploring and flicking rapidly, even pushing the tip of his tongue deeper. As long as the owner of the flower trembled, twisting and writhing, spreading the moistness all over his mouth and tongue, and the overflowing liquid continued to inundate him, he was more intoxicated and wanted t
