Adea
The thin fabric between my legs was the only friction I had. I put one of my hands on his thigh and wrapped my other hand around the base of his cock. What I could wrap my hand around at least. There was an inch of space between my thumb and the rest of my fingers.
Ethan was not only long and hard but he was wide too. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his girth but I had no complaints. He was beautiful really. Long, hard, and firm. There were a few veins that stuck out as they ran down the length of his cock.
His tip was a shade darker than his length and moisture had already pooled at the top. Leaning forward, I dipped lower and ran my tongue down the center of the slit. The salty taste coated the tip of my tongue and I couldn’t help the noise of pleasure that fell from my lips. There was dampness between my legs and the thin fabric beneath my dress was soaked.
“You taste amazing, My King,” I groan.
