"Don't cry, baby. If you're moved, shouldn't you take some practical action?" Eric said softly with a smile, wiping away Leticia's tears.
Leticia's delicate face quickly blushed, and she softly murmured "yes". She slipped out of Eric's embrace and knelt in front of him, her soft hands undoing his belt and gently massaging the inside of his thighs. She lightly bit the edge of his robe, pulling it aside, and then slowly removed his pants, her lips brushing against the warm and semi-erect flesh through the thin layer of underwear.
Eric hooked his finger under her chin, leaning back in his throne and watching Leticia below. He changed his expression and commanded, "Since we are married, you must follow the rules of the harem. First, pay your respects to your little master."
