'P-

please '

' Drool cascades down your mouth at an incredible pace, and your neck feels numb from how long you 've been holding it up.

From how long you 've just been

staring

at him 'Geto Suguru.

Fresh off of his latest concert, he 's delving his tongue between your folds like an

animal.

Like he 'd been starved all throughout the night- and he can 't seem to stop. He 's got one ringed hand pressed down on your stomach, and the other rovering across your sensitive nub.

You feel him purse his pretty lips and

spit,

letting the syrupy knot dribble down your thighs like a waterfall.

Geto throws his long, inky hair back; that curved piercing on his lip glittering with the wads of your mess. And he groans, 'I have to make it up to my gorgeous muse in

some

way, yeah? ' Especially after the best set of his entire life.

He was insane.

And you 're wondering how the hell you even

got

here.