It’s warm inside her mouth.
Her tongue, like a different animal, licks my finger as if caressing it.
It seems she looks for a spot where blood can easily be sucked.
Ojou-sama's pointed teeth tears my skin open.
Maybe because of the saliva, or some other reason, there is no pain.
Ojou-sama separates my finger from her lips.
A thread of saliva which shines between lips and finger forms and extends.
It’s stretching breaks off midway.