"The creatures here are really extraordinary," Griffith shook his bleeding finger, "It will heal soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the campfire made a crackling sound, and a shadow appeared in front of the two people's sight.
Griffith suddenly raised his head and saw Neferty standing quietly in front of him. Her red eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and her delicate cheeks were as lifeless as a doll. She stood there without saying a word.
, the shoulder straps on the skirt slipped down, revealing the delicate white jade-like clavicle and the undulating contours under the shoulders.
The girl squatted down and crawled in front of Griffith. Her slightly raised waist and hips under her nightgown were covered with a delicate halo by the bonfire. Like a kitten, she meekly curved her wonderful arc in an unimaginable way.
The angle was presented to him.
Griffith was stunned and leaned back subconsciously. Neferty raised her head absentmindedly, smoothed her hanging white hair and pressed it to her ear, opened her small cherry mouth and bit his finger.
"What have you done to her!" Alandel rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen wrongly, and exclaimed in a suppressed voice.
Me, what have I done!?
Griffith couldn't even speak. A kind of wetness that he had never experienced before wrapped around his fingers. His small fragrant tongue wrapped the fingertips, licked and sucked hard, and slowly spit it out as if there was some discomfort.
He reluctantly swallowed it again. A slightly numb tremor came from his scratched finger, as if it had been electrified. He felt the tip of his soft tongue carefully touching the tender depths.
Neferti's little mouth was filled to the brim, and she hummed softly at her feet, while the tip of her tongue holding her finger slowly swirled. Then, she seemed not satisfied, her lips parted slightly, and she tried her best to eat her finger again.
Chapter completed!