DON’T STOP
“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.”
She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered.
Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness.
“Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.”
I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.