Dante eventually got up and placed Beatrice, who was flushed and extremely moved, at the edge of the couch. He then squatted down and placed his face near her crotch area, gently pressing a finger against her damp thong.
"Last time, you helped me empty the tank, so I guess it's my turn to help you do the same." Dante smiled as he passed his tongue over the fabric, making Beatrice shudder intensely.
"It… it's really not necessary. I can… wait until you're ready." She muttered with slightly hazy eyes.
Dante shook his head. She did say she didn't want to engage in such acts until Dante could actually penetrate her in order to enjoy that moment more, but he really could not enjoy the thought of being pleasured one way by his partner.
Most modern men focused less on just thrusting and more on how to make their partners enjoy the experience, and Dante was no different.
