Diana looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks painted with a deep pink blush, her lips swollen and wet from pleasuring him. Adjusting her position with slow, sultry movements, she lowered herself, her lips gliding sensually down the underside of his shaft, until she was nestled against the very base.
Her breath tickled his skin. Then, with a soft moan, she let her warm lips close over one of his balls, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around it with loving care. Her free hand stroked him in a steady rhythm, keeping his cock drenched in her saliva, glistening under the dim light like a polished weapon of lust.
"Ugh…" Xavier groaned, his voice strained, his body shuddering. The warmth of her mouth, the way she licked him so reverently, the way she sucked and fondled him—it was overwhelming, far beyond ordinary pleasure.
