It started with straightforward tugs that pulled Caius's crotch toward her face and then she added in a twist and when she saw how positively his body reacted to it—to the point of spasms—Aylin fully added that to her repertoire.
When she realized friction was making strokes a bit harder to make, she leaned closer and let saliva drip onto the organ. She was salivating at the sight and feel of the rod so she had lubrication to spare.
The spittle allowed her hands to glide across Caius's pole even smoothly and once again, his reaction was positive. He jerked less erratically and seemed to melt while staying quite solidly on his feet.
And so, as the minutes passed, Aylin refined her amateur techniques. The longer she was at it, the more she appreciated the act, which caused her to get so engrossed that she quite literally lost track of time. She might have spent half an hour on her knees, maybe even more—and no part of her body was tired.
