Her lips parted before the final syllable had even finished leaving his mouth.
She leaned forward with shameless, depraved hunger, full heavy breasts breaking the surface of the water in a soft, obscene splash. The sudden shift in temperature made her nipples tighten instantly into stiff, aching peaks erects— flushed dark rose, hypersensitive, begging to be tormented, pinched, owned between his mouth and fingers.
Rivulets of warm water streamed down the lush, heavy curves of her tits as she engulfed the broad, flushed head of his cock between her soft, eager lips. The taste of his cock exploded across her tongue: rose soap, clean skin, and beneath it all the raw, metallic-electric tang of power that made her moan like a whore in heat around his thickness.
Her tongue swirled greedily over the heavy crown, tracing every thick ridge, pressing shamelessly into the leaking slit to coax out the first salty bead of precum, which she swallowed with open, sinful greed.
"Good girl."
