Agnes crouched in the hot spring water, steam rising around her body as her face came within inches of Strax's throbbing penis. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she ran her thumb over the sensitive glans, spreading the pre-ejaculate fluid over the crown. She lowered her gaze, watching the drops of moisture mix with the water and trickle down the shaft. In a slow, deliberate movement, she leaned forward and, with her tongue, licked Strax's penis from base to tip, savoring the salty taste of its essence.
Strax sighed, shuddering under her touch. His head fell back, and he braced his hands on the smooth stones at the edge of the spring, his nails digging into the damp surface. His hips moved involuntarily, pressing against Agnes's face in a silent plea for more friction.
