Madeline's long fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes along his cock, while her tongue circled the tip, drawing a sharp hiss of pleasure from his throat.
"It's been a long week, huh? You deserve to relax, Seamus. Don't think about anything," she murmured.
Her long, slanted tongue, serpentine and teasing, slid from the base to the tip, leaving a wet trail that glistened under the dim light.
Seamus shuddered. "I am, Madeline. Just make sure you take good care of me."
Madeline chuckled softly. "You liar. That girl is still in your head, isn't she? You know it's rude to fuck one woman while thinking about another, right?"
Her words carried a teasing smile, but he could hear the hint of curiosity beneath it. The rhythm of her hand slowed slightly as he sighed.
"I can't lie to you, huh?"
"She's safe, Seamus. You don't have to worry about her." Her voice was quieter now, almost gentle.
"I know. It's just that I feel bad because I'm relieved she isn't here."
