Maid for the Quadruplets
He smirked and slowly ran his tongue along my length.
“You're—you're way too e-excited, Dakila,” I stammered, forcing myself to hold back a groan. He didn't stop, eagerly licking and wrapping his hand around it. “Wait, let me wash up first.” I said, touching his head. But he refused to be stopped, continuing what he was doing, and I let out a muffled groan as he repeatedly lapped at the head. His hand stroked up and down my length, driving my anticipation even higher. I groaned loudly when he took the head of my toy into his mouth and sucked on it. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he let out a groan too. He released it, casting a thoroughly teasing smile up at me.