"Eat up."
The sensation of Tasha's posh lips slowly expanding over his manhood had been so visceral Altair threw his head back, gritting his teeth. He stifled a moan that came from his very depths, trembling, surprised by the intense surge of warmth, reaching deeper and deeper; her silky smooth tongue became something of a magical storm, swirling and flicking with a passion that was unmatched.
Slobber that bubbled and popped spilled from the rim of her lovely lips, lubricating Altair's cock, as she stared at her Master. There was an intensity in her eyes that seemed to transcend simple passion bordering on obsession.
