After that we smoked in silence. Below us the city kept moving, distant car lights, the low hum of traffic, the occasional far-off siren. Above, the moon hung clear in the sky, a few stars visible between the buildings.
When both cigarettes were finished, Emma stood up and brushed a bit of ash from her shirt.
"Come on. Let's go before you get fully soft."
"Uh-huh."
We walked back inside and returned to her room, putting our masks on. I stripped again and lay back down on the floor in the same position as before. Emma sat on the edge of the bed once more. My cock was only half-hard now. She placed both feet against it and began playing with it again, slow strokes with her soles, occasionally using her toes to tease the head. After a short while the stimulation brought me back to full hardness.
"Alright," she said in that same flat tone. "One… two… three."
