Ren was abruptly brought back to the matter at hand when Altair suddenly thrust his hips forward into her tight hold. A helpless, desperate whimper left his lips, and the heavy, swollen head of his cock brushed teasingly against her parted lips.
'Right. Focus, Ren,' she thought.
Ren stroked him firmly. The friction drew a sharp gasp from his chest, and a fresh, thick bead of translucent pre-cum bloomed instantly right at the very tip.
Ren leaned forward. She ran her warm, wet tongue in a slow, agonizingly deliberate circle across the broad head, lapping up his leaking pre-cum before opening her mouth and slowly taking his cock past her lips.
Altair's entire body went completely rigid. His hands instantly flew down, his long fingers tangling desperately into her fiery red hair.
Ren bobbed her head, sliding her lips smoothly down his thick length and swirling her tongue around his sensitive underside.
"Ren..." Altair choked out, his voice a broken, raspy plea.
