She began with the side of his cock; her tongue darting out to trace a slow, deliberate line along the velvety length from base to midway, tasting the faint salt from cum mixed with the clean mineral warmth of bathwater.
The texture on her tongue was soft yet firm, skin smooth and slightly ridged with veins that pulsed faintly even in sleep.
She pressed flatter, lapping broad strokes up the underside, feeling the subtle give of flesh yielding to pressure, and the way it twitched once, almost imperceptibly, against her open mouth.
Then she moved lower, cupping his balls gently with her small fingers while her tongue swirled around each heavy sac in turn—slow, reverence circles that left glistening trails of saliva mixing and floating in the water.
