Royal bed chamber, Autumn Kingdom
A lady in a maid costume was crouched on the large bed, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down. Her hands clutched the man's thigh as she worked her mouth over his little dragon.
It was small, hell it wasn't even erected at all.
It was just the normal way; small, flaccid, and limp.
Even though she worked her mouth pretty professionally, for a maid, the thing wasn't waking up. It was like a dead fish.
No matter what technique she used- swirling her tongue around it, licking the insides of his foreskin, sucking hard, nibbling at the tip, squeezing it between her teeth, none of these techniques was working.
And even though, the man doesn't have a fully erected cock, the low moaning and short breaths indicated he was enjoying it.
She didn't dare to look at his face either, fearing the wrath of the man.
