Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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Encouraged by my internal pep talk, I moved to wash his front.
Duke observed me intently as my hands made small circles over his perfectly toned abs, moving lower with each rotation.
I remembered him arching over me, and those same muscles rippling as he was thrusting inside me. It was glorious and scandalous at the same time, just like everything else about last night.
He jolted when I grabbed his erection.
"You said that I should wash you well, right?", I asked as my foamy palm caressed his scrotum, and Duke responded with a nod.
I could see that he was holding his breath and I smirked as I went down on my knees.
Duke released a barely audible hiss as I took him into my mouth.
Was that huge thing inside me last night?
A few more racy images popped into my mind, and I felt myself blushing despite the fact that I was going down on him.
