Clara's lips hovered over my dick, her breath warm and teasing. Elizabeth leaned back on the bed, her naked body relaxed, legs still spread casually, a sultry smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, Clara, take it," she said, her voice low and smooth, dripping with encouragement. "Don't be shy."
Clara's cheeks were still flushed a deep red, her dark hair tucked behind her ears as she leaned in closer. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my dick, her lips barely grazing the skin at first, tentative and careful. Then she parted her lips, giving it a slow, deliberate smooch, the wet sound sending a shiver through me.
"Ahm… that tickles," I said, letting out a soft giggle as my dick twitched under her touch. The sensation was light, playful, but enough to make my hips shift against the sheets.
