Cale groaned, his fingers threading through her hair.
"Emma... you're going to kill me..."
She just kept licking, her tongue sliding down one side and up the other, her hand twisting at the base. The wet sounds of her mouth and her strokes filled the room.
But Cale had other plans.
After a few minutes of her teasing, he pulled her up by her hips.
"Come here, this is getting us nowhere."
He shifted, turning his body so he lay flat on his back, his cock standing tall and slick. He tugged her forward, guiding her to straddle his face, her dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.
"Its one dream at a time, hehe."
Emma understood what he was trying to do here, lowering herself until her lips brushed his.
"Where do you even get these kinds of ideas, oh right? You go to brothels daily, huh?"
"H-hey, what kind of a man do you think I am?!"
She sighed, "You are His son, so isn't that obvious."
"...If you put it like that..." he had no answer.
