Faelith let her tongue slip out from between her pink lips, tilting her head to the side as she leaned closer to the throbbing cock in front of her.
The moist, soft tip of her tongue slid along the thick base, gliding slowly upward until it reached the plump, reddish glans that pulsed against the velvety warmth of her mouth.
Her lips parted, then closed again around the head of Ethan's cock, enveloping it in a warm, wet embrace. Saliva already began to trickle from the corners of her mouth, glistening on her chin.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked slowly, drawing him in bit by bit, taking the member deeper and deeper as she followed Ethan's every instruction with obedient focus.
Despite carrying centuries on her shoulders, Faelith had never married, nor had she shown much interest in men throughout her long existence. All of this was completely new to her.
